The problem with the presidential debates is that they need one of our kids to moderate. Notice how both candidates rapped repeatedly on “playing by the rules,” but neither one of them did? Didn’t respect the time limit rules, didn’t respect the authority of the moderator, didn’t respect the rules of common courtesy. Put a concrete-minded kiddo with autism in the moderator’s chair, and that two-minute time limit would be *two*minutes*. “Governor Romney/Mr. President, STOP. NOW. STOOOOOPPPPP.” Fond memories of Bryce learning to read. When his teachers assigned a certain number of minutes or pages, that’s exactly what he would read. When the minutes or pages were up, he stopped–even if it was in the middle of a hyphenated word.