My kids are 5, 3, and 2 and their obsession with Michael Jackson has lasted nearly two years. Funny enough, it started with Bruno Mars. Our oldest, Nile, liked “Uptown Funk” and identified with Lil’ Bruno as a fellow racially ambiguous little person. From there, my wife was like: “Oh, you think Bruno is good? I’m finna show you some of this real Michael Jackson sh*t!” (Not really a direct quote, but you get my point.)
Since that time they’ve had questions about Michael (“Is Michael Jack-skin a superhero?”), become Michael Jackson historians (“When Michael Jack-skin was young he had curly hair.”), and of course wanted to dress and dance like the King of Pop. And thanks to relentless watching of MJ videos on YouTube and my wife’s creativity in creating outfits, my boys have made good progress.