Adamek: I’m buying you each a margarita in a skull. This is nonnegotiable.
Coffee in lap. So far, so good.
When the pictures were taken and the family was about to leave, Mr. Philadelphia told Mr. Obama that his sons each had a question. In interviews, he and his wife, Roseane, said they did not know what the boys would ask. The White House photographer, Pete Souza, was surprised, too, as the photo’s awkward composition attests: The parents’ heads are cut off; Jacob’s arm obscures his face; and his older brother, Isaac, is blurry.
Jacob spoke first.
“I want to know if my hair is just like yours,” he told Mr. Obama, so quietly that the president asked him to speak again.
Jacob did, and Mr. Obama replied, “Why don’t you touch it and see for yourself?” He lowered his head, level with Jacob, who hesitated.
“Touch it, dude!” Mr. Obama said.
As Jacob patted the presidential crown, Mr. Souza snapped.
“So, what do you think?” Mr. Obama asked.
“Yes, it does feel the same,” Jacob said. (via)
For Odin!
- K: Mason loves anything Avengers lately. I was cracking up in the car today. You know his Thor toy? It talks and says a bunch of stuff, and Mason repeats everything. So in the car, Mason yells “Fight with the rage of battle!!” And when I laughed, he goes, “It’s not funny, Mom. It’s SCARY!”
