I rocked the vote

Mom told me I couldn't complain unless I voted.  Who's complaining, I asked her as I kicked and screamed while getting dressed and then refused to get in the car.

Turns out Mom made me a little bit illegal by taking pictures in the voting booth.  She said she didn't know.  I told her it's a good thing people pay her a whole lot of money for her legal advice.  Nobody saw her the first time, which is how we got this:

At the end I was about to push the big red voting button and she was getting her camera ready and the elderly swarmed her.  No cameras in the voting place, they said.  I told them she had already taken a picture and they should confiscate her camera and haul her away but they just kept asking me how old I was.

So I rocked my first vote.  See?