On Super Duper Tuesday, I took Chiara into the booth with me to turn the levers and vote for the Democratic nominee for president.

She not only loved the task of turning the levers, but all the adults in the polling place were paying loads of attention to her, and then on the way back home, we passed campaigners passing out flyers and they all cooed and oohed over her when i explained that we had already voted; Chiara for the first time.

On Thursday, then, it wasn’t a huge surprise that on the subway ride back from music class, Chiara said to me out of the blue, ” Oma, I want to go vote.”

“Oh,” I said, “we voted on Tuesday already, but we’re going to vote again in November. Then we’re going to vote for president. Who do you want to vote for for president?”

Chiara looked at me for a split second and then said, “Grandma Mimi.”