Tuesday, April 26, 2011
"Play car" is one of his favorite phrases. I have a small collection of Hot Wheels, and he's taken a shine to that whenever he's at the house. He never insists on taking any home with him, though; he knows they're for play in my room.
Last Christmas, I bought him a parking lot playset. We kept it at our house so he could have something to play with when visiting. Parking lot doesn't sound very exciting, I know, but think of it instead as a complex of gravity slides for miniature cars and you've got a recipe for fun.
Each time he wants to "play car" we have to assemble the set; it's not the easiest toy to put together, but we've gotten to the point where we can do it together. Last night, we stacked it together with some of my books so we could have additional drops. We must have played for an hour.
I don't know how much play time we'll still get after I get married. This seemed like a good way to spend my last remaining week of singlehood. Sadly, I lack for friends to take me out to a bachelor party; but this seems a much better use of my time.
P.S. Yes, that's what my room looks like. The picture just about summarizes all my non-computer interests.