The other day my daughter came home from camp right before school started. She’s 5 years old and just started kindergarten. The last thing I expected was for her to start talking about the presidential candidates; however, there were older kids in camp and so perhaps I shouldn’t have been so surprised.
“The kids were chanting, “We hate Trump! We hate Trump!'” she reenacted.
I stopped for a second and collected myself to ask her if she knew who Donald Trump was.
“Of course,” she said, “He’s the guy with the blond white hair.”
So in my 5-year-old’s mind, she knows who Trump is. She didn’t say why these kids “hated” Trump, but my guess was that the kids were hearing this from their parents. After all, our parents are the first people to pass down values to us on everything from religion to politics.
I explained to her that he, along with Hillary Clinton, are our presidential candidates running to become our very next president. I did this in the simplest of language, of course.
Then she told me with a distraught face, “Some of the kids say a girl can’t be president. They say the girl shouldn’t be president.”