I've often been baffled by men and their cars. Don't get me wrong. I adore any male who knows how to handle an ornery car. That takes talent and artistry and a confident craftsman to deal with automotive problems. I've seen calm, gentle men go into shock-mode when confronted with the family car--battered and scraped-- from the war-zones of a parking lot.
Me? I just want my car to take me from Point A to Point B without any hassles, And, yes, return the car safely too, without any new scrapes from careless shopping carts.
I have seen baby boys grasp their teddy bears and their tiny toy cars. It's hard to say if the tiny cars take precedence over "Teddy" but you can bet your accelerator that the cars play a large part in their genetics.
My stepson has always been attracted to cars. Ever since I knew him as a sixteen year old car junkie, he always had his head under the hood and his arm around the engine, dealing with some doohickey that didn't sound right, while his girlfriend of the week, obligingly stepped on the gas pedal for him. When my grandson was barely old enough to cling to the coffee table, he had a toy car in his hand, making that sound like an engine starting up, as he moved around the table. I remembered that because oour table still has the grooves his tiny car made as he laughed and made car noises.
I am convinced that baby boys have a genetic gene that is labeled "cars/trucks." Little girls aren't born with this gene even though they do learn about cars from their dads and/or brothers. But little boys are definitely born with the car/truck gene.
At Home Depot, I've seen those shopping carts with the toy cars attached to the front. Little boys, as young as 18-months, instinctively steer the wheel, push buttons and pull levers. See, it's in their genetic make-up.
Two blocks from our condo, there's a huge construction site on the corner. A little guy, not quite 2 years old, was totally mesmerized by the huge bull-dozer tearing up the corner lot and tossing huge shovelfuls of dirt into the back of a waiting dump-truck. He had such a gleeful expression on his face, simply being across the street,watching all the action. I've seen that same expression on a 4-year old who watched the fire-truck pull into the library parking lot. When the fireman noticed the little tyke fascinated by the fire-truck, he asked the little guy if he would like to come and sit beside him. I have never seen a little face light up so joyfully.
Try this on any 3-months old baby boy. Hold a toy car in one hand and a soft stuffy in the other. Watch which one his eyes travel to first--90% of the time, he'll reach for the toy car. Congratulations--you have probably activated his car/truck gene and set the wheels in motion. Darn, how can you not love a male and his car?