Imagine finding a dragon egg one day, and it hatches in your house and thinks you’re its mom. Then the next morning you wake up and find this mini dragon has gathered all the lose change and shiny objects in your house in a pile, and is gnawing on a nickel. And then when you take it out for walks, it picks up every coin it sees cause its a hoarder. And your house is eventually full of coins. And you are rich. And have a dragon.
No, the youngest that I’ve done pictures of was my step-niece on her fourth birthday. And that wasn’t even like actual planned pictures or anything, that was just kind of “It’s (name)’s birthday, can you take a couple pictures at some point?”