Todo, todo...

Dad said we should vote for, wait, wait… but mom said, no, no… we should vote for, for… the other guy.

The youngest guy to run for President, dad said, “Not the catholic, the Pope will run the country.”

“But the other guy, you mean the Quaker? They have no formal creed.”

“If you vote for him, that will only split our vote. You’ll cancel out my vote. And I’m the head of this house,” dad reaffirms. Why even vote?

What will they do? What would I do? Could this change the course of history? Todo, todo… I’m eleven.