As a resident of the “Live Free or Die” state, I’ll concede that the New Hampshire presidential primary gives us ridiculously disproportionate influence. But I love the fact that my state’s electoral power comes with a great fringe benefit: It’s easy to enshrine the next president in your family scrapbook. A sucker for political kitsch, I set out to photograph my 5-month-old daughter, Dahlia, in the arms of every candidate with a prayer of making it to the White House.My rules were simple:
1. No actual kissing. No Democrat or Republican is putting saliva on Baby Dahlia.
2. No pictures with former Alaska Sen. Mike Gravel. He’s way too creepy.
Its very funny to me that Chuck Norris is apparently a viable president-elect.
Isn’t there a grade school assignment where they have a paper cut out a gnome or something similar. And then for summer vacation try to get its picture taken at various sites they visit.