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Friend's son turned three. Got a way too advanced car toy from his grandparents.
My friend came to work and told me about the following exchange.
Friend: Yeah, so our son doesn't really like cars, mom. We've told you.
Friend's Mother: Naaw, all little boys like cars.
Friend: No. No, not really. I didn't like cars, either. Have you forgotten?
Friend's Mother: You'll see. It's just because you haven't given him cars to play with. You and your ideas.
Friend: He has cars. And dolls. And lots of other things. He just prefers to paint,
build stuff and take care of his dolls.
Friend's Mother: Yes, yes, but now when he has such a nice, expensive car he will play with it. Just you wait.
Son enters.
The car has been given a makeover - lots of finger paint and doll's clothes (because the car was cold) - and is now safely tucked in for the night in the doll's pram he also got for his birthday (and loves to death, btw - it has room for so many things that will never be found again).
Son: Look, grandma! It was sleepy.
Friend's Mother: That's a car, dear. They don't get sleepy.
Son: They do! It told me. And it made noises. But mum helped me make it stop. *hands over batteries* And then we sang a lullaby. And it had jam. It's called Pippi, like Pippi Longstocking.
Friend's Mother:...
Friend: I love you even more than usual right now, my strange little child.
My friend came to work and told me about the following exchange.
Friend: Yeah, so our son doesn't really like cars, mom. We've told you.
Friend's Mother: Naaw, all little boys like cars.
Friend: No. No, not really. I didn't like cars, either. Have you forgotten?
Friend's Mother: You'll see. It's just because you haven't given him cars to play with. You and your ideas.
Friend: He has cars. And dolls. And lots of other things. He just prefers to paint,
build stuff and take care of his dolls.
Friend's Mother: Yes, yes, but now when he has such a nice, expensive car he will play with it. Just you wait.
Son enters.
The car has been given a makeover - lots of finger paint and doll's clothes (because the car was cold) - and is now safely tucked in for the night in the doll's pram he also got for his birthday (and loves to death, btw - it has room for so many things that will never be found again).
Son: Look, grandma! It was sleepy.
Friend's Mother: That's a car, dear. They don't get sleepy.
Son: They do! It told me. And it made noises. But mum helped me make it stop. *hands over batteries* And then we sang a lullaby. And it had jam. It's called Pippi, like Pippi Longstocking.
Friend's Mother:...
Friend: I love you even more than usual right now, my strange little child.