My boy loves wheels.
He is fairly indiscriminate in this regard.
Trains, cars, trucks, utes, buses, street sweepers, golf buggies, vans, trailers, trikes, bikes, carts and jeeps.
And Lego versions of all of the above please.
My husband thinks it’s glorious and for the past 18 months has been reliving his childhood.
So for me, there is something quite satisfying about an afternoon playing house.
Yesterday afternoon my son set the table and prepared me an extravagant meal.
That was repeatedly zapped in a pink microwave.
All the while settling his ‘baby’ to sleep.