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          


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