Toy cars have been a favorite of most little boys and some little girls since they were invented. Our son has taken it a little further. He’s obsessed with anything with wheels. He probably gets it from me because I’m such a grease monkey. Most of you just chuckled because I don’t know the difference between a lug nut and a drive shaft, if there is such a thing. The truth of the matter is that this interest might be one of those inherited things that skips a generation. His preoccupation with wheeled objects mirrors his maternal grandfather’s love of automobiles.
He received an early Christmas present from South Korea today. It wasn’t actually given to him by the Republic of South Korea, it was from Aunt Weather who works there. The present was the animated movie Cars. For an eighteen month old, he was very excited just seeing the box. When the DVD started playing he could barely contain himself. For the first fifteen minutes he pointed at the TV and yelled out his version of the word car and grunted continuously. Hopefully he’ll grow out of this activity as he matures. It could be a problem for an eighteen-year-old on a date at the movies if he stands up pointing at the Jessica Simpson of his day repeating her name and grunting. We’ll keep our fingers crossed.
We knew that he loved toy cars since around Christmas ’05 when we got him a few of them. His passion grew right along with his shoe size. His favorite book has been The Little Golden Book’s version of Cars so that is why he got so excited about the movie.
We’ll keep reinforcing this love of the wheel because all dads love racetracks and soon enough he’ll be old enough to have one. I can’t wait and I’m sure his Poppa (grandfather) can’t either. The only problem might be who’ll set it up for my boy and me if my father-in-law isn’t here… probably my wife.