Her Father’s Daughter

Flea It’s easy to think of Flea as all mine.

But she’s a product of two people, a combination of genetics and parenting provided by two parents. Sometimes I get a glimpse of myself in my daughter when I see a photograph of myself at school, or when I watch Flea get frustrated that she can’t master something new right off the bat (in precisely the same way I get infuriated by WordPress).

A lot of the time, it’s harder to see my ex’s influence on Flea. She seems to have inherited my solitary nature over his gregariousness; my humour over his more serious nature; my love of swimming over his phobia of water.

This weekend, though, it became clear what Flea has inherited from her Dad.

We were lying on my bed Friday night, and Flea was telling us both a bedtime story featuring her current two favourite teddies, Rabbit and Cat – she’s a literalist, you’ll note.

“Once upon a time, there was a rabbit called Bob and a cat called Pete,” she started. “And they were the best of friends.”

I know, cute, right?

Bob and Pete proceeded to have a “thrilling adventure” that involved climbing up a magic tree and finding a town where everything was made from Haribo sweets and carrot cake. “It was a very unusual day,” admitted Flea.

I was lying on the bed listening to the story and just thinking how gosh-darned cute the whole thing was when the story took a rather unexpected twist. Bob and Cat had just returned home, and had agreed they were the best friends in the whole wide world when…

“Bob gave Pete a big cuddle and suddenly Bob turned into a monolith and went into space, just like in 2001,” said Flea. “Which was a bit strange.”

A science fiction nerd? She’s TOTALLY her father’s daughter. 


Sally is a full-time blogger and founder of the Tots100, Trips100, Foodies100 and HIBS100 communities, along with the MAD Blog Awards. She spends a bit too much time on the Internet. She’s also a very happy Mum to Flea, the world’s coolest ten year old.

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  1. 25th July 2010 / 12:49 am

    Poor you! There’s no turning back from that.

  2. Urbanvox
    25th July 2010 / 9:03 am

    lol… of the best kind then!!!!

  3. 25th July 2010 / 5:27 pm

    She knew the word ‘monolith’?! She’s way ahead of me with her vocabulary! Brilliant.

  4. Susie
    25th July 2010 / 5:28 pm

    LOL. Was waiting for something really dreadful.

  5. 26th July 2010 / 12:24 am

    There are worse traits she could have picked up. 😉

  6. kathryn
    26th July 2010 / 2:07 pm

    it still knocks me out that I see my ex husband on a daily basis – in my kids!!!!

  7. 26th July 2010 / 9:45 pm

    Never mind her father is that a manderin cheesecake?? I’m coming round for a visit…..

  8. 27th July 2010 / 2:08 pm

    Poor poor you, I feel for you. Mr son has inherited his dads passion for football, he will ask for football when there is a good movie on I am very upset about that it’s not good for my place in the house I am now outnumbered!

  9. 28th July 2010 / 9:41 am

    I know! I’m trying to adjust my expectations accordingly.

  10. 28th July 2010 / 9:42 am

    Funny. Words cannot express how much I hated 2001.

  11. 28th July 2010 / 9:44 am

    I think the word is used in the film, or her Dad taught it to her. It’s not, you know, part of our daily conversation 😉

  12. 28th July 2010 / 9:44 am

    Fair point, she could be picking her nose, I guess.

  13. 28th July 2010 / 9:46 am

    Erm, it is, but we ate it already. It was delicious!

  14. Priness_L_88
    2nd August 2010 / 1:56 pm

    Lol! Nothing wrong with a bit of sci-fi now and again!