I have twin nephews. Kavelle and Kavalli. They're eighteen months old.
They're the reason The Big Stuff series exists.
Not a business plan. Not a gap in the market analysis. Them.
I started looking for books I could buy them — books that cover the stuff that actually matters. Body safety. Emotions. What to do when something doesn't feel right. The conversations you're supposed to have early, before the world gets complicated.
What I found was disappointing.
Vague. Soft around the edges. Books that tiptoed around the very thing they were supposed to be teaching. Content clearly written by someone more concerned with not making parents uncomfortable than actually equipping a child.
A toddler doesn't need comfortable. They need clear.
Body safety isn't a sensitive topic — it's a critical one. Children who understand their bodies, know the correct names for their body parts, and understand the difference between safe and unsafe touch are better protected. That's not an opinion. That's what the research says.
So I wrote Mia's Magnificent Body Map and Max's Magnificent Body Map.
Two books. Two kids who look like the children reading them. Simple, honest language. Real information. No euphemisms, no vagueness, nothing that leaves a child more confused than when they started.
Mia is a Black British girl with afro puffs and a gap-toothed smile. Max is mixed heritage with dark ringlet curls and a permanent look of mild mischief. They're both four. They're both curious. And they both get to learn about their bodies in a way that's theirs.
Because representation matters in this conversation too.
The books exist because my nephews deserve better than what's available. So does every other child.
That's the whole reason.