Raising children is a curious task, indeed.
Take B, for instance. He loves all things vehicular. Just yesterday we were stopped at a red light on a road which paralleled the interstate, a truck-lover’s paradise. Honestly? B could have sat there all day. Every time an eighteen-wheeler drove by, he would utter “Twuck,” slowly, almost forlornly, as if it were a long lost love he’d not seen in years–one he knew, all too well, he might never see again.
So when B plays with toys, it typically looks like this:
Yet the other day, it looked like this:
What in the world? I thought, as I witnessed my little guy giving Dora the eye.
Seconds later, I learned that I wasn’t the only curious one.
They say that curiosity killed the cat, but in this case, it merely prompted B to look for it. (Oh my. I am sooo sorry for that. Just pathetic…)
Son, stick with trucks. For now at least. Okay?