Obsession

Sawyer is single-mindedly obsessed with cars and trucks. It's so stereotypical I could puke, and I swear we didn't nurture it. I gave him a doll. He threw it on its head and ran over it with his truck. He can flip through the pages of any book we own and point out every wheeled object in sight. Car. Car. Car. Even if it's a wagon or a tricycle or a tiny little car the size of a flea on the page. Car. Car. Car. I might as well rip out the useless pages that don't have a car or truck on them. He is getting better. He's added the occasional truck, train and tractor (Notice a T-rend?) to his repertoire, though I will admit its hard to explain the difference. It gets really tricky when we get into the finer points of construction vehicles - Heck, I don't even know the difference between a loader and a backhoe. My favorite it when we put the cars and trucks pajamas on and he literally can't get enough of himself. He turns in circles trying to point to every single one. Car. Car. Car. Rescue vehicles have their own special place in his heart with the added sound effects, and airplanes are awarded a whoosing noise. Mimi got him this age inappropriate collector's edition car with working doors and hood, which can entertain him for hours on end. When that gets boring we just give him the Sunday automotive section of the newspaper and that will keep him busy for a while. Oh, and Mimi got him the movie CARS. Wasn't that a fun 56 minutes: Car. Car. Car. Car. Truck, Car. Car, Car. Tire. For Pete's sake, the kid knows what a tire is, but he can't say 'Mama.'