Muddy Runner Dirty Dozen: No. 5

And now on to the countdown.

I created a monster with this one. Let me get to the post and I'll be back on the other side to explain some of the fallout.

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Originally published Aug. 27

Daddy-Daughter Work Day

I had the chance to take Kennedy out to work with me today, out for a soccer practice. It was fun having her go out there with me now as to before when she was young and extra squirrely. She's still a squirrel but at least now she can be bribed with promises of DVDs and chicken nuggets for lunch. Bribed I guess might be a strong word but it's a consequence thing. If she's good, she gets something good in return. If not, she doesn't.

Anyway, one of the cool things was having the chance to take this picture.

She doesn't realize how famous the soccer player is. She only knows he was a soccer player.
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Okay, if you don't know who that is, then I don't know what to tell you.

But Kennedy now knows very well who that is. And she giggles like the girl that she is whenever she sees herself with that picture and says she wants to marry him. Yeah, marry him.

You and every other female with a pulse, Kennedy.

The coolest thing about this though was when I was getting ready take this picture. After I politely asked David Beckham if he'd be willing to take a picture with my daughter, he said "Of course." And then he told Kennedy "My, don't you look pretty."

And how many other females can say that David Beckham called them pretty? So I suppose my daughter may be in some exclusive company after all.