The Interview

As we walked around to the front of the White House, I started snapping pictures. Suddenly, I heard, "Hey! Where are you from?" I panicked a little. I was not expecting anyone to holler at me. I replied, "Texas". The voice said, "Which parts?" I told the voice, "Dallas." That's when I realized it was a reporter talking to me. He invited us to come to where the cameras were set up for a picture op for Jackson. We went around through some bushes and got to an area that the press has set up for reporting (where you can see the front/side of the White House in the background). We handed the microphone to Jackson to take a picture and he got a little scared.




I ended up holding him and got some great pictures with Dad being the "reporter"!