Forgot to type this up the other day.
I was in the Tenderloin, and Obama said we should head over to his mother’s place and he’d cook us breakfast. It ended up being above a couple of the places we’d eaten with a friend before. Jenny and I sat at the table while he put on a green cooking apron and started making us some pancakes. After we had finished, we all headed outside. In the hallway, there were a bunch of fishtanks that Jenny and I were enthralled with and I took a few pictures.
Eventually, we were walking down the street with Obama waving hello to people. I realized I didn’t take a picture of him cooking for us, or with us all together as proof. My father gave me his camera and we put on the autotimer setting, placing the camera on the ground to take the picture. It had some other strange setting enabled that was cropping the picture a ton, though, and we had to retake it several times until I figured it out. I apologized for taking so long but appreciated his patience, and he didn’t mind at all.