Look! I finally got my beat-up red truck!
And the Universe laughs, because I didn’t specify size or function. But that’s okay. My other car is a super cool hippie van.
Peace and love!
I got those vehicles at a thrift store and cleaned them up to toss into the small box of toys for youngsters who spend time at The Compound. It began when Hanley was a wee one and Tim would bring her over to visit. There was nothing Hanley-friendly for her to enjoy. So I gradually collected some baby toys for her and Lila. Even though over time I’ve added older child toys to the box, I always laugh when they go for the baby toys with an excited “I remember this from childhood!” attitude. As Hanley told us in Target the other day when we passed the aisle of infant toys, “I’m not a baby anymore.”
Lila likes to play with cars from the movie Cars. I don’t know if she and Hanley will have any interest in the toy-box cars. But I like playing with them! As you can see from the photos below, no matter what we threw into the mix for the grandkids–all toys being available to all kids–my camera seems to have caught them falling into “boy/girl” choices. Maybe it’s for the best, since Gina used the gender-neutral croquet mallet to bash Daniel in the head.
ETA: Frequently after I post something, I’ll see an article about it within a couple of days. I hesitate to link to articles anymore because the comments are generally so deplorable. If you’re interested in reading more at your own risk, from cnn.com, When Kids Play Across Gender Lines by Emanuella Grinberg.
I’ll take the hippie volkswagen … still no luck with the powerball… but I can feel it
I look forward to your winning it.
P.S. What are you saying? Are you saying you want to take the children’s magic bus right out of their toy box?
Monster!
Congrats on getting the red truck. It was nice to see the Buddha smiled on you. BTW, when I was two and my mother was pregnant with my brother, she bought me a rubber baby doll to help explain the impending arrival of a little brother or sister. So I played with my Baby Ann until my brother arrived and I ultimately turned out all right. Though I was a little upset because I ended up with a Baby Jim instead of a Baby Ann.
I’m sure as the baby grew, you were happy to have Little Brother Jim. =)
The Buddha is laughing at me! So I’ll try again –red truck. Life sized. Can be driven under its own engine. In good condition!