Last night my four-year old granddaughter Sabrina watched our new president give his first presidential address to a joint session of congress. Sabrina managed to keep her attention fixed on the leader of the free world and the most powerful man on earth long enough to declare him “nice.”
She didn’t go into the details of the economy and our wars. She also drew a portrait of him speaking before congress, which I captured on my iPhone:
As she wielded her markers in a flurry of drawing, Sabrina babbled a bit, and gave our leader a name that may not go down in history, but is damn adorable: “Broccoli Obama.”
Which made all of us adults sitting around her laugh out loud. (“Why are you laughing??!!”)
After the giggles stopped, Sabrina's mom and dad and I thought about it. And we decided that indeed, broccoli is a great name for him. Like broccoli, Obama helps make us stronger. Something we need to include as much as possible in our lives. Sustaining in a time of economic problems. Something the Bushs don’t care for. Definitely green. Adaptable. Economical. Maligned, but definitely good for us, although some won't even open their clenched-shut mouths for even a taste .
And, ahem, offering “stimulus.”
So I’m going to call our president “Broccoli” Obama from now on, too. And hope that he is indeed as good for us as that humble veg.