My Good Friend, J. Hussein

Let me set the scene.

The five of us are driving to church in the van. John is driving, I'm in the passenger seat, with Matt behind John, Rachel behind me and Alec all the way in the back.

The stereo is on, but not too loud.

Both Matt and Rachel have their iPods connected to their ears, listening to their own music.

John and I are commenting on the political signs on the way. Counting them. Two Obama, eight McCain. One Obama, three McCain.

Matt says, "Obama bin Laden".

Now I know, that is not very respectful. But I must admit, seeing "OBAMA _ BIDEN" is pretty close and Alec and I have been saying it on the way to school in the morning when we see that sign.

So I am trying to include Alec in the conversation, but its difficult because he is in the very back and the music is just enough to have to repeat some things to him. Talk louder.

Somehow, in talking about Obama, it turns to his full name. To correct the bin Laden.

I say, "Barrack Hussein Obama".

Matt takes off one of his ear pieces and says, "DID YOU SAY JANELLE'S MIDDLE NAME IS HUSSEIN?"

John and I break out into hysterical laughter.

Is that a crack up or what!