I've raised a stereotype
It's funny, when my son was first born, I wanted to be sure that my child could play with any toy he wanted and I wasn't going to be all "no dolls" or anything. Yet, he seems to gravitate toward "boy's" toys anyway. We have a kajillion trucks and books on trucks. Maybe it's just something in the Y chromosome that makes boys like trucks. I don't know. He also really digs Elmo and Thomas. I think that's universal among toddlers though, along with harassing his dog.
I don't know. It's possible that I subconsciously influenced his choice in trucks though. I don't remember doing anything overt. It's not like I hit him if he touched a doll. Not every time anyway. Still, I think people just get boys trucks and "boy's" toys and that's what you end up with. Really, I think for the large majority of his toys, we didn't pick them ourselves. They were gifts. And, really, I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. He loves his toys and that's fine by me. I'm not trying to advocate that people should get him dolls and princess stuff. Get him trucks. He loves trucks. I just think it's funny that it ended up that way when I had thought to myself "I won't be that dad that doesn't let his son play with dolls."
I'm trying a new tactic at work. I'm trying the "stop complaining and do something" method. I wrote an email or two to management, I've offered some ideas on what I think we can do to change, and I'm trying to put up a helpful and positive front. I'm still a pessimist though. I think this'll last a month before my ideas are rejected, nothing changes, and by then I'll be back to being surly. Still, I'll give it a shot. Miracles can happen. Maybe one will happen at work.
I don't know. It's possible that I subconsciously influenced his choice in trucks though. I don't remember doing anything overt. It's not like I hit him if he touched a doll. Not every time anyway. Still, I think people just get boys trucks and "boy's" toys and that's what you end up with. Really, I think for the large majority of his toys, we didn't pick them ourselves. They were gifts. And, really, I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. He loves his toys and that's fine by me. I'm not trying to advocate that people should get him dolls and princess stuff. Get him trucks. He loves trucks. I just think it's funny that it ended up that way when I had thought to myself "I won't be that dad that doesn't let his son play with dolls."
I'm trying a new tactic at work. I'm trying the "stop complaining and do something" method. I wrote an email or two to management, I've offered some ideas on what I think we can do to change, and I'm trying to put up a helpful and positive front. I'm still a pessimist though. I think this'll last a month before my ideas are rejected, nothing changes, and by then I'll be back to being surly. Still, I'll give it a shot. Miracles can happen. Maybe one will happen at work.