So Much for Toy Story

Dear Son,

I need to know . . . I'm on a mission in fact . . . is it encoded in the male DNA strand? Is it some special chromosome you, and those like you, (males) all possess? Yes - a mission indeed, and I shall not rest until I have some conclusive answers. So what is it you ask? What has mom so very puzzled?

THE REMOTE CONTROL

Son - you are at no loss so far as toys are concerned. In fact, you recieved at just days old, the generous gift of a box containing, (and I quote), Every toy a child will need from ages 0-18months for motor skills, thinking, interaction, communcation, and feeling. (Im that serious.) There are toys in the living room . .. toys in the kitchen . . . toys in your room, toys in my room, there are toys in my car, toys in your grandmothers car, there are toys at your grandfathers, and (yes) . . . toys in the bathroom. You are truly blessed.

And, you like your toys well enough I suppose. But what is it that you yearn for? What is it that you wiggle like a little worm across the floor should it fall to there? What is it that you sometimes demand in your own special way?

But of course . . . the remote control.

I've tested it son. I've placed a row of toys in front of you - with the remote stuck somewhere within them. And you invariably will go for the remote every time. I thought perhaps it was just our remote - maybe because you see me with it. Oh but that theory (hope) was shot right from the water when you started darting for the one at your grandfathers when you stay there . . . and even just last night at your greatgrandparents - you're trying to pull up onto the shelf where theirs is kept.

Seriously . . . Someone's got some 'splainin to do.

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On a lighter, less disturbing note, this weekend Oktoberfest came to town. Your greatgrandmother, grandmother, and I took you. They took me when I was your age - felt strangly and wonderfully full circle to be there with the three of you. You of course are too little to really get it yet, but you were fascinated with all the bright lights and music.

Stars in your eyes baby - jus' like your mama.


I love you.