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De gustibus non disputatum est. It's a snotty way of saying: You can't argue with taste. Which is why there are so many Justin Beiber fans in the world. You like what you like for reasons that may or may not make sense to you and probably make even less sense to your parents.

I mean, look at every generation's circular argument about what makes good music. After a certain age, you kind of just like what you like and all the new stuff sounds weird and loud, and your criticism starts to sound a little like Grandpa Simpson. And by you, I mean me.

There is a trap that is laid out before parents, and it's the hope that your kids will like what you like. Like the same cartoons, like the same movies you liked growing up, like certain books. All I know is that before I couldn't tell you the difference between a skid steer and a front loader and I now am familiar with several types of grapple loaders, mobile cranes, combine harvesters, tractors and their accoutrements that I could hold my own at a Touch-a-Truck event.

Also, I may or may not have thrown the gauntlet down about Thomas the Tank Engine trivia with one of my students that I teach at Husson though his expertise came from, ahem, watching the show growing up, and I do not have that excuse. (For the record I know all the lyrics to the opening song of 'Thomas and Friends,' can name at least four narrators of the show, could name engines one through seven and tell you where they sleep for the night and none of this information makes me cool).

I got used to watching the shows the kids want to watch and reading books about farm equipment and trucks and it was fun, because honestly that stuff is cool. There's areasonwhy grown men keep model train stations in their basements/attics (the reason is because they are awesome - and really, if you think otherwise, you need to play with one).

Then it happened. My son grabbed an illustrated book of mythology from out of the study (the study is typically 'no-kid-land;' they are only allowed in when they are supervised and when they can be calm and read. It has a smattering of myths from Greek to Norse, and even a bit on Sir Gawain and the Green Knight. The illustrations are of questionable artistic value (mostly due to Siegfried's wife-beater/belly shirt chain mail) but mostly inoffensive and not too gross or scary.

Now we're talking about swords, and castles and dragons and how cool they all are. And then it was dinosaurs! Seriously, I've been able to watch 'The Land Before Time' about six times now and they love it. He even named my old Triceratops toy 'Sera' just like I did after I saw that movie. I had nothing to do with it (you know, outside of still having my old dinosaur toys around).

But with their love comes a price. Yes, they will play with your toys and love them with every fiber of their being. But then comes the fighting and the breaking of things. And when they break their toys, it's a shame. When they break your toys well, just be prepared for that to happen.

Last modified on Tuesday, 14 April 2015 21:54

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