For the first time since Williams arrival Not Yet a Yummy Daddy and me are strongly disagreeing on one specific area of parenting and it's causing more than a little friction. The most ridiculous thing is it's not about, discipline, routine, education or instilling good manners. No it's about toys. Not any old toys but what constitutes appropriate toys for boys.
When William began to toddle and we met his best buddy Harry in the park he always delighted in pushing his friends little blue pushchair around. At the time I accepted hubby didn't want William to have a pushchair but hadn't realised it was the beginning of much bigger issues.
For his second birthday Harry received a play kitchen. I observed the boys indulging in full on fantasy role play, baking us Mummies cakes, making us cups of tea and cooking our dinner. It was amazing. Their little imaginations were hard at work and for me it was the first time I'de witnessed such innocent play from William who usually is busy taking things apart and working out how to put them back together.
I love to cook. It's a life skill required by men and women so I see no reason why William shouldn't have his own little kitchen for his birthday next week. To say I was not prepared for hubby's reaction is an understatement. He totally doesn't get it. He has never been chauvinistic. In fact he's quite the opposite. He's a hands on Daddy and husband always willing to do more than his share of household chores, cooking and childcare, so I don't get why he has such strong views on boys toys. Does he really think William will start listening to Shirley Bassy and want to strut around in my thongs if he has a plastic kitchen and a few bits of wooden fruit to play with?
I'm genuinely at a loss. My husbands father was very much a mans' man and raised his sons to be "proper men" until he passed away when my husband was 14 years old. I can only assume this has had some baring on my husbands need to distinguish between what is appropriate for boys and girls. I need to be sensitive to hubby's concerns whilst trying to make him see sense. I guess I could be wrong though, maybe it's me that needs to see sense?
Please share your advice before my poor son turns into a roughty toughty thug and I end up bashing my husband around the head with my brand new shiny saucepan.