Today I learned my daughter is the coolest girl in the universe.
The girl loves to work out - the kids' machines at the gym, Zumba class, jogging trampoline, ab-roller, you name it. So I told her that when she goes to college someday she could major in exercise and sports science, and her career could be showing people how to get and stay in shape. (And obviously, I could be her first client.) Then I said that she could even work with professional athletes.
Her wide-eyed gasp of a reaction? "Oh my gosh... like Ray Rice?!"
While my daughter likes football enough, her knowledge has been limited to Jaguars players since that's her favorite team. I had no idea she even knew who Ray Rice was; none of us are Baltimore fans, and he didn't exactly light it up on Sunday in the Ravens' loss to New England. But apparently she was paying attention.
Oh yeah, she also won our NFL playoff picks brackets, screams at the refs during Gator basketball games and loves The Three Stooges.
The line to take her to prom forms here. Unless my husband has put her in a convent by then.
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