The one where Flea changes her name.

If I was a child development expert, I would say that Flea is exceptionally imaginative.

She’s a bit weird, basically. In a good way.

I’ve already written about the time Flea decided she was a boy called Aiden. FOR NINE MONTHS. Yes, I had almost a year of not being able to call my child by her own name. She would cry if I forgot and called her a ‘good girl’. People in the small town where we live would regularly ask after my ‘little boy’.

Lately, Flea’s mostly been pretending to be a dog.

This weekend, though, we’ve had a change of heart. “Mummy, I am a boy in a red hat and a green t-shirt and I am called Alfie,” she declared over the breakfast table.


Throughout the morning I would get regular reminders, “Mummy, will you remember which boy I am?”


However, because I am an evil parent, I obviously forgot this vital information and over the day I slipped several times, referring to Flea as Flea.

Like a trooper, Flea didn’t say much, but as I closed her bedroom door after putting her to bed that night, I noticed she had taken matters into her own hands, rearranging the letters on her door:


I think it's going to be a long year.


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. 20th March 2011 / 10:55 am

    Wow what an amazing little girl you’ve got! Never a dull moment in your house then 🙂 x

  2. Lorraine The Party Times
    20th March 2011 / 9:54 pm

    She sounds like such a spirited child – life would be sooooo dull if she changed! Go Flea go!!!

  3. 20th March 2011 / 10:40 pm

    See, you teach them to write and then this is what happens.
    My daughter was a snake this morning, slithering along the floor. I tried pointing out that snakes don’t eat jaffa cakes, but she replied “this one does”, quick as a flash.

  4. hatster
    21st March 2011 / 1:21 pm

    My five-year-old is keen on communicating in either cat or spontaneous dance sign. Makes seemingly simple questions appear almost as legthy as a UN resolution.

  5. Sally
    21st March 2011 / 1:31 pm


  6. Sally
    21st March 2011 / 1:31 pm

    Genius. Flea could never pretend to be a snake in our house – the floors are too dirty.

  7. Sally
    21st March 2011 / 1:32 pm

    I absolutely love the notion of ‘spontaneous dance sign’.

  8. Jenny G
    21st March 2011 / 4:54 pm

    Oh I long for such an imagination… just to whisk yourself away just for a little while. Now i’m not sure a little boy in a red had a green t-shirt called Alfie would be quite where i would choose to go, but good on her for the attempt!

  9. 23rd March 2011 / 9:24 am

    Yes, she has rather unusual ideas of what’s fun to pretend!