Wheels
I've figured out the one big (non-physical)
gender difference in our
family.
Wheels.
The
boys are obsessed with anything that has a wheel. Daddy D. loves to read
magazines about cars, shop for cars, or watch cars on TV. (And you can replace
"bicycles" for "cars" and then repeat that sentence over
again.)
Son D. plays with toy cars all
day long. He takes cars to bed with him. He takes toy cars in the real car
when we go on an errand. He likes to wear clothing with a car on it. He likes
to read books about cars. He'll sing "the wheels on the bus" over and over for
a gazillion hours.
Us girls, we could
care less. Sure, wheels are nice on our vehicles. But really, what's the big
fascination? They're just big round rubber
things.
Daughter D. does play with lots
of toys that are generally marketed to boys. She is obsessed with Dinosaurs
and Bugs and Reptiles. But not cars or really anything with wheels.
As for me, I didn't even own a car
until I was 26. And when it died a few months ago, I traded it for the most
boring vehicle on the face of the earth: a minivan. Not much sex appeal, but
what do I care? It's just a vehicle. It gets me around safely. That's all I
ask from my vehicles.
I'm sure there
are girls out there who love cars and boys out there who don't. But not in our
family.
Posted: Fri - March 25, 2005 at 08:35 AM