Not quite six months old, and you've had your first DC encounter with the President. Sort of. We were out for a run this evening and decided to investigate the heavy policy presence around the corner from our house. And lo and behold we stumbled upon President Barack Obama coming to dinner in our neighborhood. The motorcade pulled up under a tent, so we didn't actually get to see the president.
We did get to see his motorcade pull in, then his limo pull down the street and turn around in front of us.
He met with some winners of a contest his campaign held at Boundary Road, a new restaurant two blocks from our house. It's only been open a few weeks, but it's gotten good reviews. Unfortunately, you'll probably be in kindergarten by the time we can get a reservation now that the president has made an appearance.
Security was typically heavy with the sharpshooters on the roof. You seemed utterly unimpressed with the whole scene. The Republican in me (and, I trust, in you!) hopes maybe you were expressing your disapproval of his policies. In reality, though, you probably just wanted out of the stroller. Regardless, the random encounters with presidents is only one of the neat things about living in Washington, DC.
And who knows. Maybe in a few years people will be telling their friends and family about their encounter with President Mason!
Love,
Daddy
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