vroom, vroom

Yesterday and the day before, the little man feigned a temporary boy-like enthusiasm for cars and trucks.

It all started with a quick trip to the grocery store on Tuesday. A nice woman gave Elian a little Matchbox car she had found probably figuring, he's a boy, he must love cars. After he gave it to her, he put on quite the show for her benefit, driving it up a make-believe road and making vroom-vroom sounds. He did that during most of our walk home too, pretending it was on a super-high invisible road. So this is what life would be like with a car lover, I thought (zzzzzz).

When we got home, he even inquired about his bag of cars -- the bag of cars that we've probably dragged out three or four times in the past year to race across the floor. He took those out, did something I can't recall, and then left the sad bag sitting half-open on the floor.

Then yesterday, he had Show and Share at school. In typical fashion, he chose to bring something that he never plays with. That something was a super-cool green metal truck that Papa used to play with when he was a boy. As we got in the car, he started with the vroom, vroom noises again and almost seemed a little interested in what kind of things a dump truck carries.

So far, no car or truck activity today. The weather is a little creepy outside and we've been inside all day doing, can you guess, I bet you can't so let me help you -- BUILDING MARBLE RUNS!! In other marble-run-news, the boy is just two stickers away from earning a new marble run he's been drooling over in a catalog for some time now. We told him if he filled his WHOLE sticker chart, he could have it. Out of fear of it being sold out, I've already ordered it and it's been sitting in the front closet for the past few days.

Don't tell him that.