The Old School
Max reminds me of my little brother. Or, what I imagine he’s gonna be like when he’s older. Though I think anyone who remembers being a kid can relate.
Speaking of childhoods, there’s unsuprisingly a thing for the Moomins over here. I can still recall watching the animated series on TV, retrospectively charming with that je ne sais quois of the old hand-drawn stuff.
I’m pretty sure Moomin was my favourite, but now I think everybody wants to be a Little My sometimes. Being able to pull of red hair rates high in one’s estimations.