Cars

It's true, I have a boy in the house. I tend not to want believe that boys are generally wired for mechanics and girls toward nurturing, blah, blah, blah, but then I see my son gravitate to cars, keys, doors and anything mechanical while having no interest in babies or dolls. The toy du jour is an battery operated remote control that his sister gave him six months ago. It's a pretty sophisticated car in that it goes forward and reverse and has headlights and brake lights that turn on appropriately. What's funny is Andy insists on getting it out and then is terrified of the car once it comes toward him. He has decided the car can go by only if he's on Bjorn's knee and far, far away from the dreaded car. He can also operate the damn thing. Sure, he can't even drink a juice box without half the juice running down his face and shirt, but an electronic control? Sure, he's got that down.