A lot of illustrators have children. Friends are coming into the age of parenthood. Some of them change quickly and willingly, inspired by new topics, new limits and joys. Others change, but tend to back up their former selves. They all keep on drawing (some people even start it). Children grow up watching their parents working, and they seem to differ from the other kids somehow. Maybe it’s because of their parents’ good taste that catches on, or because it often happens that an artist’s child becomes an artist, too. We have asked some illustrators of different life and parenthood experience a lot of chaotic questions about their children. They all agree in opinion that a child should be given a free hand of what to do. That is to say, illustrators are not those people of indomitable will who sacrifice everything to one’s career in sport, music or ballet.