So The Child has successfully had me in stitches again today. She also knows me so well. I’m not sure this is a good thing, but that’s not the point of this post. Anyway, I was just looking at one of my favourite websites, when The Child notices a picture. “It’s Richard!” she tells me. “How do you know that?” I ask. “Because he has hair.” So The Child knows I like men with hair then. That wasn't what she meant though. When I burst out laughing she corrected herself. “He has black hair.” I still find her comment amusing. I now wonder if she thinks all black haired men are called Richard? I’m sure that’s not the case actually. She’s cleverer than that. She’s way too clever in fact. She just recognises his face. Which is possibly not too brilliant. Is it bad to expose your kids to your celebrity crushes? We are just talking the odd harmless picture of course, and the music. Which as it’s in German she doesn’t understand. She’s beginning to recognise other members of Rammstein too actually. Bless her.
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