Tomorrow I'm going to see the Frida Kahlo exhibit with my two daughters and great grandson. My great grandson, Blaze, is an artist. Six years old and lives for art. First thing in the morning and last thing at night he is working on or thinking about a work of art. He roots through the trash cans at school (he is in kindergarten) for materials such as lunch bags and cardboard, straws, etc., anything he can make into something else. My daughter never knows what she is going to find in his backpack. He makes very neat costumes for my daughter's two little dogs. He makes them out of paper and fabric that he tapes or staples together after first drawing a sketch and then a pattern. Capes, hats, jackets and pants. The school psychologist thinks he has Asperger's and he is being evaluated for it. Duh. I told my daughter that he had it (last year when I learned about Asperger's for the first time) and so does his father (my first grandchild).
It seems Blaze likes to make up stories (as I did when I was a child and still do only now I stay out of trouble for story telling by calling my stories fiction.

My great grandson likes to draw the human body (and not so human bodies) and recently asked my daughter if he could see her "boobs". When she told him no, he said "Well how am I supposed to learn about anatomy?" She got him an anatomy book. When he learned about Frida Kahlo and saw some of her paintings in an art book and then heard that she was coming to Philadelphia, he said "I would love to see those paintings in the art museum" so we sent for tickets.
Frida Kahlo - Short Bio 