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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.)