I’m not overly a fan of when adults use little kid names. I make an exception for Tommy. I don’t know why Tommy is the exception, but I know several Tommys, and each one of them is totally and fully Tommy, from the large, long-haired 300 pound Tommy to the slightly cynical, down to earth, rough and tumble Tommy, to the more clean cut waif of a man Tommy.

I hate it when people call me Jennie/Jenny (select few people who knew me from my Jennie days can get away with it). I especially hate it when someone spells it Jenny, as even when I was a Jennie, I wasn’t a Jenny. A jenny is a female donkey. Though, I’m definitely a chick, and definitely an ass, I don’t want to disparage the majestic beast that is the donkey with associations of me. It works way to hard to have my laziness associated with it.

Though, I do have a pretty sweet lady ass. It’s because I bike a lot.

The point is, I recently discovered that there is a Mayor of a small Minnesota town with the name Bobby. Bobby Tufts- Mayor of Dorset, MN.

Bobby Tufts. Doesn’t that just make you think of a little boy out playing mayor? I mean, can’t you just picture little Bobby Tufts, out there on the campaign trail, handing out pictures of him and his little girlfriend, skipping to meetings, lobbying for ice cream to be at the top of the food pyramid?

You should, because that’s exactly who Bobby Tufts is- a 4 year old mayor.

Awe Jeez! just look at the little tyke, would ya?

Dorset, MN holds elections every year by way of raffle. You send your vote and a dollar to the office, and the name is drawn at random at the summer festival. Which seems a ridiculous and possibly illegal way to vote in a mayor, but the 22 residents don’t mind.

Plus, it seems to be working.

Bobby has, in his time as mayor, cheered up his constituents with song and dance, given fishing tips, and helped old men across the street.

Frankly, he’s the best politician I’ve seen in ages.