A domestic battle is ranging around me. – Is that supposed to be a T Rex you just drew? Why is it parked next to that yacht? Throw the plush squirrel and the dog will go fetch it. If the spirit moves him, he might even return it…
and so it goes when “Married with Children” move in a for a few days…
The *Married with Children* are my wife’s daughter’s family. The house is filled with miniatures dinosaurs and tons of paper to record – using only Crayola’s 128 assortment of colors – escapades furiously imagined with them.
The main offender seems to be their 3 year-old, who I am confident will be 5 feet by the time he’s 5 years. Maybe stop feeding him will slow the growth spurt.
Given the dialogue lately (even in an email this morning) about the demise of car enthusiasm among the millenials and obviously the “just born”. I thought a little home-grown research would contribute perspective, if not truth.
This 3 year old is a strapping normally adjusted mama’s boy who it is alleged loves cars. So let’s see how much passion and preference the little one has for cars.
This young scalawag (we’ll call *Scooter* – he calls me *Duju*) is famous for his love of cars, able to crave them like a super-magnet 1000 miles away. Knowing this, my wife surrounded the house with cars, models, giant Tonka truck, radio-controlled racers, and a table emblazoned with the Pixar cars – two chairs in case we will need to entertain another 3 year old.
Our considered conclusion is that a 3 year old likes a lot:
T Rex in whatever form really works for him, spider man as long as spidey is cutting through the sky (thankfully quietly), robots of indiscernible function, barnyard scenes, and totally random soliloquies about something his world lacks at that moment.
For those of you worried that the love of cars may be dissipating, I have this promising news. My step grandson also sure likes cars, especially models of the most exotic supercars. Collisions also plays a big part of his play-acting.
Finally, in Scooter’s room is a framed Gerald Freeman picture called *Vanderbilt Cup 1937* – I’ve had it since we had the brick ‘n mortar store in Chicago. It’s a captivating print – everyone notices it – but no one has bought it. If we could, if Gerald were up to it, we would be offering many more Freeman prints.
Vanderbilt Cup 1837 by Gerald Freeman (available framed)
For a moment, when Scooter says this, I feel I am racing. It’s a certainty that no car on the road during the upcoming autonomous era is going to warrant the passion and devotion all these legendary automotive marques and models aroused. But kids will also be looking for what cars gave their predecessors – action, power and identity.