So, I've pretty much determined what I want my children to look like. (When I have them. Which will be in a long, long, long time.) I have based this on their respective degrees of adorableness.
My daughter will look like Georgie Henley
and she will be named Winifred. My son will look like Thomas Sangster.
Or, alternatively, Skandar I-play-a-little-bastard-convincingly-and-adorably-well Keynes.
This entire entry is just a bad excuse for me to coo over the adorableness of some child actors. Skandar is such a convincing little bastard
and I love it. Then he turns around and is adorable and I want to hug him and tell him that it's okay and someone
will love him. (Not more than Peter, but I love Peter in a pervy way and I love Skandar in a completely non-pervy way. Oh, come on. Just look at Peter and try not to perv.
) Georgie Henley
needs to come with a sign around her neck that says ALL SHALL LOVE ME AND DESPAIR, because really, she's just that damn cute. It's almost lethal.
(Grant, if Georgie Henley and The Great Adorable One were ever to be in a room together, plus Thomas Sangster, I think the other planets and the sun would begin to rotate around the great pull of such adorableness. srsly. Think about it.)
And OH! MY! GOD! I've just found Lucy/Mr. Tumnus fanfiction on The Pit. Oh! My! God!
ETA: Well, hm. Georgie Henley = brunette. Skandar Keynes = brunet. Thomas Sangster = blond. Me = blonde. My genetics are so not promising as far as getting these kiddos, then.