I didn't give birth to David Beckham. I'm pretty sure that it's mathematically impossible, and if it was true, I would have totally bragged about it before now.
But I might have given birth to the NEXT David Beckham.
Why?
Well, for one, my son's really cute.
He's always hangin' with celebs.
He knows how to enjoy the finer things in life.
He's got killer abs.
And (ahem) he's a soccer prodigy. You know, in the very humble, unbiased opinion of said prodigy's mother.
Drew's first soccer game was on Saturday and he loved it!
He even talked a big game at the big game.
Please note that Drew was never asked to stand beside his coach and taunt the other players; he just did it anyway.
And, sure, okay, so Drew didn't quite "bring it" as much as promised. But in his defense (no pun intended), Morgan is two years older and she REALLY IS the next David Beckham. Or, Davidina Beckham? At any rate, that girl can play some soccer!
All the parents nominated Drew to be the team captain, so I nominated Morgan to be the team coach. It's a match made in soccer heaven.
Look out, David and Victoria! There's a new game in town called Drew and Morgan. US Weekly is going to eat up Drewgan!
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