Ok, here it is.
Is taking four children ages 2 to 11, all by myself, tomorrow evening at 7 pm, to the GOP caucus (yes, that is "caucus," not "primary" — no quiet voting booths here), in a parks building in our urban neighborhood, and doing my part to help take down the most horrible candidates,
(a) a valuable educational experience for the older children, and a way to model participation in the political process
(b) admirably responsible, since otherwise no one from our family will be able to make our voice heard in the caucus/primary stage, which appears every year to increase in importance over casting a vote in the general election
(c) courageously positive, as I make a stand for inclusiveness of people with small children to care for even at 7 pm in the evening
(d) unnecessary, because everyone knows who is going to win the nomination by now anyway
(e) certifiably insane
(f) pictures or it didn't happen
For the record, if I remember right, in 2008 my neighborhood caucus actually went for Ron Paul. I had my husband with me when we went, and we took the kids (three of them, then) because we didn't really have another choice that night if we wanted to go. It was the first presidential caucus I'd ever been to.
The building in 2008 was absolutely crammed full, which fairly shocked me, because Republicans and conservatives are downright invisible in our urban neighborhood. You never, for example, see any lawn signs. The GOP usually doesn't even bother fielding any candidates to any significant local positions, although occasionally people running for school board will get an endorsement. But that year there were a very large number of what appeared to be young libertarians, some of the hipsterish variety and some of the dreadlocks-under-my-oversized-toque variety, and many of them waving signs. The oldsters who had brought cookies and punch — not that there was any left — were standing around at the edge of the room, blinking and wondering what had hit them. I got the impression it hadn't been like this in 2000.