Over the course of the past week both of my girls have independently come to me telling me how much they love this painting by a guy named Vincent, and we should buy it because it would look good in our house and they think it would be cool.
I did clarify; they don’t want a poster/print, but want “the REAL one that he REALLY painted”.
So, we’re just skipping over the phase where you ask for a pony and going straight to pleading for 19th century post-impressionism art? OK, cool.
In related news, if you hear about a Dutch art heist, that was NOT me. However, if you see two kids on Antiques Roadshow in 50 years who seem to think they have the original Cafe Terrace at Night because they asked for it and their mom gave them a framed piece of art and they just assumed it was real and they comically find out it was a Michael’s print? Yeah, that’s probably my kids.