Two Knives

Al Franken loves me. He loves my husband, too.

We attended Senate District 62 DFL (that’s Democratic-Farm-Labor Party for you out-of-staters) annual spaghetti dinner Saturday night. Senators Klobuchar and Ellison were there, as were several candidates hoping to be endorsed by the DFL for the Senate race in 2008.

While we stood in line for our spaghetti, Al came up to my husband and said hello. My husband, holding our 5-year-old, said, “Here, I brought a baby for you to kiss.”

Al laughed.

My 9-year-old, Frances, was standing with us. She had placed  “Al Franken for U.S. Senate” sticker squarely on her forehead. Al noticed her nametag and told her that his wife was named Franny. He shook her hand so that her whole arm from the shoulder down was doing that wobbly up-and-down thing.

“Do you call her Franny for a nickname?” Al asked.

“Sometimes,” my husband said. “Sometimes Frank, or Frankie.”

I jumped in. “Or Frances with Wolves.”

Al laughed again.

Too bad we had to leave before it was over. If we has stayed longer, I think Al would have asked us to join his campaign as a warm-up comedy team. He was probably looking for us all over the room and out into the parking lot so he could hook us up with his agent.

But, he probably would’ve wanted us to bring our forehead-stickered daughter with us on the road.

Figures. Politicians.