Sad, if the child’s mind can’t work up any interest in that. Hopefully in ten years or so. Like when my dad tried to introduce me to jazz when I was maybe five. It was too early and I was too immature, just a glorified pre-schooler. Ehh…around ten years later when I got my first CD player and started rummaging through the CD bins at the library, the first bin I went to was jazz.
Nate isn’t doing anything wrong. Everyone knows caricatures are supposed to make the subject look ridiculous.