November 18, 2013 at 9:27 pm , by Nick Shell
Your 3rd birthday, this past Saturday, marked the first birthday of yours where you’ve been old enough to truly decide for yourself what you wanted to buy with a gift card.
And you instantly knew what you wanted to buy: a remote control truck.
The proud smile on your face in this picture says it all.
As Mommy and I took our time looking for Christmas gifts for your cousin Calla, you so patiently (!) followed us around; never saying a word or begging to leave.
Instead, you toted around that remote control monster truck; the box was as nearly as big as you are.
You were so happy to be getting a “big boy toy.”
Honestly, I was a bit surprised you wanted such a complicated toy.
Or maybe you actually are old enough to want a remote control toy?
Once we got home, we wasted no time whatsoever tearing the box apart.
While you definitely wanted me to teach you right away how to use the remote control to make it go, about ten minutes later you were on the ground, pushing the thing across the carpet.
Sure, it was fun for you getting to drive your new remote control monster truck across your parking lot of Hot Wheels, but I suppose you missed the hands on experience of pushing a toy and making the motor sounds yourself.
The most fun part of it for me was hiding the remote control behind my back while you played with your truck on the carpet, then making it suddenly drive away from you, then having it come back charging at you.
I cracked up at your response the first time I did that:
“Daddy, it moves by itself!”
Your innocent answer made me so happy. Plus, I loved helping you suspend your belief that this toy truck really does have a mind of its own.
The remote control, as far as you’re concerned, is optional.