The other morning my 3-year-old daughter woke up with a decision she was positively bursting to share.
“I’m going to marry my baby sister. She’s going to wear and white dress and we’re doing to dance,” she told me excitedly.
It was so innocent and sweet that I wanted to cry.
I want to cry again right now for another 3-year-old, but for a different reason. At Yahoo! Shine I read about Hudson Kroenig and how he got his start in modeling at the spring 2011 Chanel show. And unlike the innocence my daughter still wears like a halo of freshly picked daisies, poor little Hudson’s seems to have vanished already, kind of like any doubt that Jessica Simpson is pregnant. Did I mention he’s 3?
It’s not because he’s modeling for Fendi or in the pages of Vogue. It’s not because he’s being sexualized like 10-year-old French model Thylane Loubry Blondeau, who has appeared in magazines topless or with a come hither look on her face.
It’s because someone thinks it’s cute to prod him into acting like an adult, attributing quotes to him like, “He definitely looks up to daddy and thinks its cool to participate in special shoots. Hudson always talks about all the ‘pretty model girls,’ already a ladies man. Wonder who he takes after…” (His dad is also a model.)
Another icky thing revealed about Hudson? He’s “totally into scarves this season.” No joke. What’s my kid into this season? Wiping herself on the potty. And Halloween. She might be into scarves this winter, too, but only if they’re on the snowman we’ll build again in the backyard. I’m guessing the scarves Hudson is into aren’t also fleece.
If you have or know a 3-year-old, then I imagine you’ll feel the way I do — they should be left to act as 3-year-olds and not exposed to a world of models and high fashion. He might clean up nicer than the tacky-looking little girls on Toddlers and Tiaras, but the bottom line is the same: Too young, too exploitative.
If he’s a handsome kid, chances are he’ll also be a handsome adult who might choose to model. But until he can actually make an informed choice (and not be helped into deciding by adults with probable dollar signs in their eyes), leave the poor kid alone and let him enjoy the waning days of his precious innocence. If there’s any left, that is.
Pass the Kleenex, please. Or are you not crying for Hudson, too?
Image: The Coveteur