The Engineer, Chickie, and Zoodle came to the three-mile marker Sunday to cheer me on (and, yes, to take that fantastic photo.)
Sunday evening, I asked, "Chickie, what was your favorite part of coming to see the race?"
She responded, "The hot men."
Um...I think her answer begs an explanation. Earlier in the afternoon, Chickie had asked why some of the runners didn't have shirts on. I clarified that she meant male runners (she did--whew), and explained that sometimes men get hot and take their shirts off.
So when she said, "hot men," she didn't mean "hot" in the Paris Hilton sense ("Ooh, that's hot"); she just meant her favorite part of the race was seeing the men who had taken off their shirts.
Uh...this explanation isn't really helping her cause, is it?
When The Engineer asked her to clarify, Chickie simply stated, "Well, Daddy, I just like seeing the men with their shirts off."
I've said it before, and I'll say it again: Her teenage years are going to be an adventure.