I had a vision before I had kids. A vision of my kids playing on the floor in their room with wonderful good quality wooden toys. No matter how much I tried to avoid buying crap like Barbie and Mc Queen, eventually these toys were introduced to my kids and they loved them. But I guess every child has to go through ‘that’ phase.
To be perfectly honest I went through it as well. It wasn’t the barbie for me, it was the little pony. And I was hooked. And I do remember very vividly up to this day my german grandfather’s reaction when I showed him my little pony stable. I went to him wearing my proudest face and asked him if he liked it. His response (no diplomatic skills whatsoever): ‘No, not at all. I think it is extremely kitsch’. A punch in the stomach. I was petrified. My beloved Opi hated my greatest (or so I thought, ironic right) little pony collection. I remember I turned to my mom, trying to hide the tears in my eyes, and saw her smile. She new, she felt what I am feeling today. Opi was probably right, but I was devastated!
So, I came to terms with it. I even let Yianni name our bunny Mc Queen. And yesterday, out of the wonderfully coloured and great boys boxer shorts he chose the Mc Queen boxer shorts and I did not try to convince him otherwise. What is the point? If Mc Queen makes him happy, so be it.