

My parents — who live in the middle of nowhere an adorable little town just south of the Sequoias — are, in a word, awesome. We’re pretty much exactly the opposite: they drive big cars, they vote for the “other” party, they tease me over my concern for the planet and eating organic. But we’ve learned to tame our button-pushing.
They’re determined, however, to turn my boy into … well, a BOY. They’ve got fishing plans and ATV-riding plans and “let’s scare your mommy” lesson plans.
And already, they have this — a “boys car. errrrr,” as my mom’s text said.
SAM is for my boy, TYLER is for my brother’s new baby.
They will be boys. At least, if my parents have anything to say about it.
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I have a similar, but opposite, situation with my daughter and my mother-in-law. She continues to buy her girly clothes for gift giving occasions, and she continues to wear them once to make her nana happy, then go back to her shorts and t-shirts. I give my MIL points for attempting a compromise by buying her the most bedazzled, Disney Princess themed jeans in the universe, though.
I think that car is cool! I’m sure if you have a daughter they’ll let her sit in it too.