I have always been intrigued by the apparent allure of toy cars.
It could be the tyke out and about with 3 dinky cars in each fist (my brother, once upon a time), the toddler intensely focused on the jeep he's driving over the arm of a chair, or the kid doing endless laps of the main floor pushing a dump truck, butt in the air and all. Or, as with my son, the impressive impromptu parking lot that is the staircase (a great setup when you're carrying a baby downstairs). Serious stuff.
Blocks, I get. Legos, Play-doh, all that stuff, I get. Sign me up for some son-and-Mom time with that. But the fascination and endless entertainment that comes from slithering along the floor pushing a dinky car? Help me out, here.
Now, I am 100% about gender-neutral toys. That said, I don't think I'm taking too big a leap to suggest this seems to be very much a boy thing. It wasn't a "me" thing, anyway. So I asked my husband to enlighten me.
Me: You were a boy once. So what's the big deal with cars? What's so fun about them?
Hubs: Well, you can do pretty much anything with them.
Me: Such aaaas...?
Hubs: Well, you can role-play with them. Like you would with Barbies.
(Now, I was never a Barbie aficionado either, but at least I get Barbies)
Me: But Barbies represent living beings. You can at least make them have conversations or go on
dates or hunt sasquatches or something.
Hubs: Yeah, well, with cars, you're being the driver. You can race, or have chases...
Me: And then after the first two minutes...?
I'm sure there's a whole world of possibilities in the imagination of a young boy when it comes to his cars, and I'm pretty impressed watching it in action. My own imagination is somewhat limited, though.