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Adventures in Fannish Parenting
I live in hope that I'm raising a good little fangirl.
Our halls and stairwells are lined with various things--theatre posters, film posters--with pride of place being given to the Jesse McClain's portraits of Aragorn and Boromir. Every time I take Rosalind down a hall, I point out the posters. ("Look, Rosalind. Here's Charles Dance in Coriolanus. And here's Chow Yun Fat in The Killer.")
Well, the last few weeks, every time I get to the Boromir portrait, Rosalind tells me who she thinks it is.
"Da!"
Yep, she thinks Sean Bean's Boromir is her daddy. This is made even funnier by the fact that the Sweetie is, shall we say, not the world's greatest Sean Bean fan. (I've managed to convince him of the brilliance of Viggo Mortensen over the years, but he remains unconvinced about the Bean.)
For the amusement value, mostly mine, here's the visual evidence:
Jesse McClain's Boromir. (The plaque between the two portraits will eventually hold the Boromir's sword that the Sweetie got me for my birthday last year, but I'm waiting till Rosalind is old enough to realize that she shouldn't be playing with edged weapons.)
Daddy! And little girl. Okay, he's a lot less broody than Boromir, but he's got the hair and beard going for him.
Our halls and stairwells are lined with various things--theatre posters, film posters--with pride of place being given to the Jesse McClain's portraits of Aragorn and Boromir. Every time I take Rosalind down a hall, I point out the posters. ("Look, Rosalind. Here's Charles Dance in Coriolanus. And here's Chow Yun Fat in The Killer.")
Well, the last few weeks, every time I get to the Boromir portrait, Rosalind tells me who she thinks it is.
"Da!"
Yep, she thinks Sean Bean's Boromir is her daddy. This is made even funnier by the fact that the Sweetie is, shall we say, not the world's greatest Sean Bean fan. (I've managed to convince him of the brilliance of Viggo Mortensen over the years, but he remains unconvinced about the Bean.)
For the amusement value, mostly mine, here's the visual evidence:
Jesse McClain's Boromir. (The plaque between the two portraits will eventually hold the Boromir's sword that the Sweetie got me for my birthday last year, but I'm waiting till Rosalind is old enough to realize that she shouldn't be playing with edged weapons.)
Daddy! And little girl. Okay, he's a lot less broody than Boromir, but he's got the hair and beard going for him.
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Yep, I can see where she would make that connection. Attagirl Rosalind!
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(That reminds me of the cleaning woman who asked my mother if the portrait of Doyle in my study was of her husband. *g*)
Yay for fangirls!
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Love the cleaning woman story.
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Heh. Funnily enough, the Sweetie hates David Wenham/Faramir more than the Bean. (He says he has serial killer eyes. Yeah, I don't see it either.)
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You are definitely raising a good little fan girl. ;)
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David Wenham
Is such a hunk ... especially in an Australian Series called "Seachange".
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But of course. *g*
Shall have to keep my eye out for Seachange. One of our channels shows the occasional Aussie show.
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Hope you enjoyed the Boromir experience.
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*Looks again*
Oh, boy. Yes, I can see the likeness.
What a darling girl you have there.
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*hugs*
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*hugs back*
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For what it's worth, tell The Sweetie it could be far worse. At Rosalind's age, my brother had taken to calling our father "Car." My dad was the only one driving, so in my brother's mind, one just seemed to naturally go with the other. :-) It took him the longest time to learn "Daddy."
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And I love annoying the Sweetie by pointing out his resemblance to Boromir. Makes him nuts. *eg*
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