So for the past couple of months, my daughter has been expressing curiosity about “Rock Avana.” It took me awhile to figure out what she meant when she asked, “What is Rock Avana, Mommy?” And then one day she told me her friend from preschool had heard Rock Avana on his telephone. And suddenly it hit: she means Barack Obama! Apparently her friend had heard one of those campaign messages on his answering machine during primary season.
I’m going to betray my politics here (I’m an Obama Mama all the way), but I think it’s pretty cute. Last night she asked me, “Mommy, what is Rock Avana going to be when I’m bigger than you?” (“When I’m bigger than you” is her way of saying “when I get older.”)
“He’s going to be the president!” I said.
“Well…” And here I got a little tongue tied; I’m a writer, not a Civics teacher. “Well, the president is like the boss of the country.”
“Oh,” she said. “Well, what’s he going to do?”
“He’s going to help make things better.”
“Oh,” she replied. “So he’s going to fix everything?”
And that summed up a lot for me. “Boy,” I told her, “I sure hope so!”