That's what my daughter calls him.

We headed down on the bus

past the National Guard

and various souvenir shopping opportunities

joined the crowd heading towards its destination

on the chilly National Mall

watched history happen on the jumbotron

listened to a great speech

dealt with a not-so-great exit strategy (security clenched when Barack and Michelle decided to stroll down Pennsylvania Avenue)

on the way home it was the march of the penguins, I mean Obamafans

and much, much later Mexican chocolate with the Obama puppet