State of the Union

We normally don't have the TV on during dinner time, but Quincy needed an early evening cat nap last night, so Brady sat in the glider to rock him and turned on the State of the Union address (I know, enough to make you lose your appetite). I was still sitting at the dinner table with Owen, and we could not see the TV from where we were sitting, but we could hear it. I kept reacting to various comments by making disgusted faces to Brady. Owen, of course, picked up on this, and the following discussion took place:
Owen: Who's that talking?
Mommy: That's George W. Bush
Owen: What?
Daddy: He's our president.
Owen: You don't like him, Momm?
Mommy: No, I don't like him.
Owen: Why?
Mommy: Because I think he is a bad person who makes really bad decisions.
Owen: Why?
Mommy: Because he is selfish and greedy and chooses to do things that will only help himself and other very rich people instead of people who work really hard.
Owen: Like you, Mommy?
Mommy: Yes, Owen, like me. And like Daddy.
Owen: Do you like him, Daddy?
Daddy: I don't agree with him. I think he makes really bad choices.
Mommy: We will pick a new president this year.
Daddy: That's right. We'll choose a new president this year.
Mommy: Who do you want to be our next president, Owen? Do you want Hillary, or Obama, or Edwards?
Owen: Obama? That starts with a "O"?
Mommy: Yes.
Owen: (referring to the voice coming from the TV) What his name, Mommy?
Mommy: Bush.
Owen: You don't like Bush, Mommy?
Mommy: No, I don't. But that's only my opinion. We live in the United States where we are free to have and express our own opinions about our president. You can grow up and vote for anyone you want, Owen. I always want you to vote, even if you choose to vote for someone different than the person I vote for. It's important to always vote.
Owen: Oh. (pause) You don't like Bush, Mommy?
Mommy: No.

This continued on for a while. After dinner Owen took a shower with Brady, and I could hear Owen asking Brady if he liked Bush. I could tell he was very intrigued by the idea of me not liking someone. I'm sure it's the firs time he has heard me say that I don't like someone.

Fast forward to this morning...

Owen had come down to our bed at some point in the night and slept the rest of the night with us. It was still dark in our room, and Brady was already up and leaving for work. I was barely waking up and was nestled between sleeping Quincy and (I thought) sleeping Owen when I heard: "Who's our president, Mommy?"