“You remind me of my dad,” I told Matt the other day. “He’s all serious and solemn when you first meet him, but actually he’s very mischievous.”
This is actually a very lovely compliment because I adore my dad.
“Hum,” Matt said, peering at me over the top of his spectacles. “That’s interesting, because only this weekend I thought how much my daughter reminds me of you.”
“Oh!” I said, pleased. “In what way?”
Matt thought about it.
“Well, she’s quite girly, like you, and … I don’t know, just the way she reacts to things and the way she thinks things through, it just reminds me of you.”
“Ahh,” I said happily.
Matt turned back to his work, but not before saying, almost as an aside,
“Bear in mind though, she is five.”