When you marinade in a household where your primary caregivers are an artist and a writer, it’s bound to wear off. Jack will casually discuss licensing intellectual properties and monetizing digital assets like he’s an adult. His weirdly mature level of understanding is almost overwhelming at times, but then he reverts back to his normal 12-year-old self, chasing me around the house, trying to fart on me. I still have “my baby” for a while longer.
Jack’s art talents surfaced early on. He inherited Dave’s ability to draw anything right out of his head, even with complex angles. Whereas most kids might draw the side outline of a dog or horse, Jack would easily draw a three-quarter pose with accurate spatial dimensions. One day when Jack was five, he drew Cosmo, a character from The Fairly Odd Parents, effortlessly, with no photo reference. I watched him craft this doodle in about 2 minutes’ time, savant-like.
When you combine that artist talent stack with his mastery of word play, I make the bold prediction that Jack would kill it in advertising. He’s a future “Mad Man,” minus the three-martini lunches.
Speaking of which, I was lunching Tuesday with Darlene, my BFF since kindergarten, who used to be Jack’s caregiver when he was two. Jack was lucky to have her. So was I. Darlene is my back-up memory bank, reminding me of the hilarious things Jack said and did when he was little that I’ve forgotten. I regret I was never as present and in-the-moment with Jack as Darlene was. When our 11:30 a.m. lunch reluctantly ended at 4:45 p.m.–only because we had to leave that soon–Darlene reminded me of this gem from Jack. It offers a window into how his busy little brain worked, even at age two: