My husband is such the comedian. Yesterday at his parent’s house, we were all sitting around looking at the Sunday paper ads. I saw a toy kitchen in the Target ad that would be PERFECT for Carson. It even matches the colors of his room–a blue and red kitchen! I wish you guys could see him play with a toy kitchen. We had one at our indoor play park, and he spend continuous minutes (which, if you are a regular reader, you will remember I have pointed out this is equal to hours in adult attention-span) opening the stove, oven, microwave, fridge and taking food in and out, washing it off with pretend water…he loves that thing. My husband, however modern and open-minded he has become, is still uncomfortable with his little man using a toy kitchen. I think partly he puts up a fuss just to ruffle my feathers. Here is the conversation yesterday:
Jen: Trent! Look at this kitchen! It would be perfect for Carson!
Trent: I don’t think so. Let me see that. (I hand him the ad.) No. Now, here’s a toy tool bench: THAT would be perfect for Carson.
Jen: Let me see that. (He hands me the ad.) No! It looks too boring…there’s nothing you can really DO with it. It’s just a table that comes with a hammer. The kitchen has doors and buttons and lots of things to open and close. See? (I hand the ad back to him.) The tool bench doesn’t really come with anything.
Tara: What does the kitchen come with?
Trent: Uh, let’s see here…it comes with estrogen and years of counseling.