A vote for me is a vote for candy

Today I woke up late and usually when I wake up I take a babba a diapey change and go back down for little nap before I get my day started. However today Dadda put me back in my crib and I decorated my room with the items in my crib instead of napping and then whined for release.

Today is election day! We'll get to that later. Mamma made me a costume. I was R2-D2! 

I know who this is, because he is the only Star Wars character that speaks my language. Everybody understands me (him) whenever he (I) beep and boop and yet they speak plain English to him (me) and yet (almost) everybody understands him (me).

 

Now I love a good game of dress up. I can often be found with a pair of sunglasses and anything on a string dangling from my neck, perhaps even a lei if the mood strikes me. However, this game of dress-up had some serious perks! Me and Bubbas (not pictured) took an evening stroll door to door and, I guess, begged for candy. Now normally begging is the lowest form of wage earning, and I'm sure Dadda can afford his own candy, I mean, we had a whole bowl of it back at home, so I'm mystified as to the purpose of it all. 

So back to election day. Dadda took me to vote. I thought we were going on a walk because he packed the diaper bag with snax and got the stroller out, but instead we went to some school with a bunch of peoples with signs and then Dadda played on some big computer screen and I got a sticker. It didn't taste very good in case you were wondering. Well, the point of voting is to pick the least whiniest candidate from the teevee commercials and tell them to stop making commercials. If I was on teevee I wouldn't whine, I promise! As a matter of fact, I would promise to do something about this candy begging thing and make costumes mandatory for all government assistance at every level and make candy abundant and plentiful for all!

Now where are my malted milk balls?!

My name is Josh and I approve this post.