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July 07, 2005
Child of Funk, O How You Are Mine
Yet another reason why I am 100% positive I was given the correct child at the hospital:
While watching a Red Hot Chili Peppers video on VH1 Classic, B. began to yell - as he does everytime he sees a Red Hot Chili Peppers video - "Flea! Flea! It's Flea! (which he got from Beavis, who also appreciates Flea's funkalicious bass stylings).
My child, the one borne from my body, goes out of her damn mind when talk about Flea. Which we do. Often.
And right now, as B. gives Clara "Apache Rose Peacock" Jane a bath, I hear him asking, "Hey Clara Jane? Who's your favorite bass player?" To which she squeals, "Flea! Flea!"
Maybe she knows that Flea has a little girl named Clara. Or maybe, like her mother, she has the stanky, stanky funk.
Posted by Robin at July 7, 2005 06:48 PM
Comments
you need to get her a Flea collar. :)
Posted by: kara at July 7, 2005 08:25 PM
Aw man, i bet she'd go nuts over the Busta Move video by Young MC. Flea, Stuffed Animals and hoochie hotties.
Posted by: mindy at July 7, 2005 09:11 PM
today was so sad. please post CJ pictures soon to make me happier. :-) with, or without flea.
xo
Posted by: jenB at July 7, 2005 11:44 PM
