Kent Bush: My son quickly learns lobbyist ways

Kent Bush

Unfortunately for my son, I take advantage of every teachable moment.

So Friday night after we completed a nice home cooked dinner, discussion began on the best way to finish off the meal.

As is prone to happen in these situations, Dairy Queen ice cream became a leading candidate. 

I decided to teach my son about how voting works. So we took a poll. The choice among the voting body was unanimous. But that was too easy.

Next, I appointed myself president of the house -- I am honestly more of a benevolent dictator. But for the purposes of the lesson, I settled for president.

I decided to demonstrate veto power. After learning that the president can veto even the best of ideas, Blake was thrilled to learn that the voting body could override vetoes.

It was amazing to see how innate political behaviors are. He immediately became a majority whip trying to insure that his mom wouldn't drop the ball when it came time to vote to override and get us on the road toward ice cream.

"OK, mom, remember to vote Dairy Queen," he said with real passion.

Apparently, she didn't give a strong enough indication of support and it all spun out of control.

"Mom, vote for Dairy Queen," he implored. "I'll do anything you say."

That's when I put an end to it.

No son of mine is going to become a lobbyist.

Swan flu?

My sister's family moved from Oklahoma to a Little Rock suburb a few years ago.

They worried at the time about the effect the move would have on their two children who were still in the house.

Everything has been great for them. Well, almost everything.

My niece Hilary is still trying to learn the new language. Oklahomans may have an accent, but it can't hold a candle to the drawl of the average Arkansan.

I wrote before about her dismay in having to read a book about an alcoholic bird -- Tequila Mockingbird (most call it "To Kill A Mockingbird").

She had been better able to interpret the language used by her friends and teachers until a recent civics class.

She came home asked her parents about the swan flu.

It's amazing to me that this is going on just a few miles from the Bill Clinton Presidential Library.

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