Boy Toys

Last week the exterminator came by to do his semi-annual termite inspection. Actually, I shouldn't call Rick an exterminator...he is, after all, a termite technician.

I just love when Rick comes by. He takes his job very, Very, VERY seriously. And I think we can all agree that termites are serious business.

When I'm dealing with Rick I always have the feeling that I'm on Candid Camera or maybe just stuck in a Saturday Night Live skit.

Rick likes to hook his thumbs in his belt loops, stick out his chest, roll up on the balls of his feet and says things like, "Listen here Little Lady, termites are serious business. Serious. Business." See, I was right. Termites are serious business! And no, I'm not exaggerating. He really talks like that.

If given the opportunity Rick would talk to you for hours about the life cycle of termites, their mating habits, eating habits. Well, you get the idea.

Can't you see why I love when he comes over?!?

Anyway, none of that had anything to do with the point of this post.

Was there a point to this post???

Oh yeah, that's right....Boy Toys.

So, when Rick was here last week he came upstairs and asked me if we had adopted another child. I said, "No. Why?" I have to be honest. For a brief instant I thought maybe there was another child downstairs. It was a very creepy feeling.

Before there was the chance for my 'made for television horror movie' imagination to get too carried away Rick said he had noticed all the "boy toys" in the playroom.

With a very funny tone in her voice Lily asked Mr. Rick, "What boy toys????"

Rick went on to list: the trains, the race cars and track, the crane, the cement mixer, the tow truck, etc.

I think instead of looking for his beloved termites downstairs Rick was actually playing with Lily's toys!

Lily assured Mr. Rick that they weren't "a boy's toys" they were her toys.

Rick got a kick out of Lily's answer and then noted that Lily was carrying her Ariel doll (which, by the way, has barely left her side since Christmas morning).

Rick then asked Lily if she was half princess and half race car driver. Lily replied, "I like princesses and race cars if that's what you mean."

Rick just sort of chuckled, stuck his thumbs in his belt loops, rolled up on the balls of his feet and said to me, "I think I'm looking at the next Danica Patrick." as he walked out the door.

After Rick was gone Lily said to me, "Mommy, isn't it funny that Mr. Rick called a cement mixer a boy toy. What is a boy toy anyway?"

I have to confess...I love that Lily had no concept of "boy toys" or "girl toys"...just different things she loves to play with!

Oh, and speaking of "Boy Toys"...look what Aunt Baba gave Lily. Lincoln Logs!!!