Just the other day I got an email from my friend Katy telling me to check out the Tiny Art Director because it reminded so much of her daughter Max (who happens to be my Godchild). Maxine is an angelic looking 3 year old, who likes watching Igor in the morning and just had to have some scary dinosaurs at her birthday tea party. Katy said that she and her husband laughed, then breathed a sigh of relief when they read this blog, thinking that Max “Was not such a weirdo after all“.
And I totally agree with them, because my Nat was just like that at age 2,3,4. She even has a photo when she was around 3 where her expression and hair (and the angle) made her look just like that terrifying kid in the Ring. Her first word was “Wow” and she was such a tough, eloquent and opinionated little girl. She was sassy and certainly NOT your girly pink princess-loving little girl- and still is. That face on the book pictured above is very, very familiar to me, and I still get it now and then, despite her being in 1st grade.
Her little brother Ollie is very very different. Katy’s son Daniel who is Nat’s age, was the same- sweet and innocent, Mama-adoring little boys. Ollie never says anything too critical, and when I took him shopping with me the other day, I was amazed with his patience. He just sat in the dressing room with me as I tried on several things, cheerfully playing with his little cars, thoughtfully saying “Mom, you look good in that” or “Not so nice”. Nat, other the other hand would be saying “You look fat!” or “That’s yucky!” or “Lets go!” every 10 seconds. Which is why I rarely take her shopping with me.
But back to the Tiny Art Director, whose brutally honest critiques of her Father’s work are simply precious (and you can buy the book too!). I had to scroll down and read all the entries, it was so entertaining. If you have a kid like that (like me) you would love it too.