Daddy’s Little Girl

8-19-2007 136

Not sure why, but Kennedy seems to love to humiliate me in front of other females. Earlier this week after soccer practice, I was talking to one of the other moms as we walked to our cars. Kennedy ran up to us and chirped, “Do you want to marry my daddy?”

I cringed. The other mom took it all in stride, pointing out that she was already married. I tried to appear amused, but this wasn’t the first time this had happened.

Last month after theater practice our whole family was headed toward the car. I dawdled about half a block behind, chatting with one of the other kids from the play. Kennedy came racing back down the block, stiff-armed with her chin jutting out. The girl beside me was only 13, but Kennedy laid into her.

“You’re not married to him,” she scolded.

The poor kid didn’t know what to say. Neither did I. Kennedy felt no such compunction.

“You stay away from my daddy,” she said, throwing her arms around my waist.

Wasn’t really sure what to make of that then, not sure now. Kennedy never scolds me, just the hapless females who speak to me. Nor does she yell at her mother for speaking to men.

I guess she’s just daddy’s little girl.

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2 thoughts on “Daddy’s Little Girl

  1. What will you be like when she starts dating? :>)

  2. Tim Elhajj says:

    Date? Kennedy’s never allowed to date.

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