Cole loves to zoom all over the house with any of his fleet of toys with wheels; it has been like this since he was 18 months or so and I don't see his enthusiasm ebbing anytime in the near future. Lightning McQueen was on his second birthday cake and he sings "Life is a Highway" unabashedly. He wakes up in race mode and takes his favorite car/truck up to bed with him to place on the floor while he sleeps.
He puts his cars/trucks in their makeshift garages when we clean up. He knows when one of them are misplaced after playdates. He tells me all the time that he wants to be a racecar driver, an excavator operator or some day drive a 18-wheeler/big rig that carries toys (of course).
He gets so excited when a NASCAR commercial comes on; gets starry-eyed when we come alongside a tractor-trailer on the highway and runs to the window when the garbage truck comes each week.
Cole is constantly wanting to race cars on his racetrack with Dave and I; seriously aside from his request for a snack, it is a close second in his daily pleadings. He loves to win and thus we have had to have the discussion that winning isn't everything (yeah, okay, get a four year old to accept that that is plausible). However, as all parents know, I cannot "race" on his every demand; so Cole who has been sharpening his negotiating skills lately said to me the other day with a twinkle in his eye "mom, go get some magazines and come watch me race" knowing full well that I couldn't turn him down as we both would get the best out of that deal! Oh boy, he is going to be able to sell manure to a farmer with his "sales" skills, just as innately talented as his daddy!
No comments:
Post a Comment