Post #3

Trucking 101

This is one of my nephew's toys lying around the living room when we visited my aunt's house last month. He has lots and lots of toys and pretty much does not want anyone, and I mean anyone, touching them without his permission. Maybe it has something to do with toddler's grasp of ownership. He cannot speak a lot of words yet but if you so much as touch his toy, or get one from a pile, he'll go and take it back from you. I mean, if you're a bully you'll probably let him cry before you give back the toy, right? Or make him work for it ("Gimme, gimme, gimme.") Or you could just give it back to him, apologize for taking it without his permission, and go on with both your lives unscathed.

I don't like kids. Out loud, in public I'll even say I hate kids. They're little mean things. But unless they are really mean and evil, you can see me interact with them. My nephew comes to me with his toys, probably wanting to play. He has this set of bricks similar (but cheaper) to Lego. Big bricks. He only sees one way of building those bricks - upwards. Eh, build, right? So his creations, at two years old, are barely rolling (some of the bricks have wheels) tall eh, stuff. He gave some to me. I made a sturdier, not as tall, rolling thing. Because. I mean, if you're going to conquer the brick world at two you do need to learn that going up is not always stable. You need a bigger, sturdier foundation. But I ran out of bricks. I just hope he got the idea.

I miss playing with Lego. I had Lego when I was a kid. The picture is not a Lego, obviously. It's a truck with shapes. It has blocks where you can put the correct shapes in their proper places. And you can also pull it with a string when you're tired of putting those blocks in their proper places. Life as a kid is far simpler. I don't have Lego. I don't even have a truck I can pull with a string. My nephew is one fortunate kid.