
Violence against toys: it
Son, right now you like to push your Hot Wheels around and build and play with Lego Star Wars Models. It’s all sweet and innocent. But it won’t be that way forever.
Soon it’ll be all about crashing them. You’ll find all kinds of ways to bash them together in pretend crashes.
But that’ll get old fast. The cars never look like they’ve been in an accident; they aren’t all dented and broken like real cars would be. It just won’t be satisfying.
You’re at the top of a slippery slope. I’ve been there and my job now is to make sure you don’t follow in my footsteps. If you do, the downward slide will look like this:
Shortly after realizing that your accidents don’t look real enough, you’ll have your first experience with toy violence. It’ll be innocent enough at first: you’ll try to bang them together as hard as you can to see if you can dent them. But they just won’t dent the right way; they won’t look realistic. So you’ll pick up a rock and give the car a tap. Then a smack. Then a good hard whack. Then another. And another. It’ll feel good.
That will lead you to harder stuff.
You’ll find my hammer in the basement and it’ll dent the cars pretty well. It’ll be satisfying for a while, but soon you’ll want more and you’ll turn to the sledge hammer. Just one time, you’ll tell yourself. But when the roof fully crushes on the first hit, you’ll be beyond recovery. You’ll start smashing all your cars and taking more and more hits.
You’ll be setting up elaborate crash scenes, but then you’ll start thinking that it’s not very realistic without fire. Cars don’t just crash; they crash and burn.
So you’ll start lighting up the cars. You’ll look for anything that’s flammable and douse the cars, then torch them. It’s OK, you think, just this one time. But fifty cars, a bottle of rubbing alcohol and 3 tablespoons of cough syrup later (it turns out cough syrup isn’t flammable), you’ll be hooked.
Within a week, you’ll have smashed and burned nearly all your cars. And with no intact Hot Wheels left, you’ll turn to your models.
It’s at that point that a friend will introduce you to firecrackers. It’ll take just one afternoon to destroy all your models, several dog toys and assorted fruits and vegetables. You’ll have hit bottom.
I’m not saying it’s your destiny, but if you become me the way I’ve become my parents, this is likely your future. You’ll have to quit cold turkey when you run out of things to destroy around the house.
But by that time, you’ll have discovered girls and torturing toys will be forgotten in the pursuit of torturing yourself.
Hajra
June 14, 2011
Hey,
I have a 5 year nephew who hates “violence” and a 3 year old niece who is already denting her dads car! So there you go. It is in their genes!
Wait till he gets the sudden urge to hit the car, then use his markers on it and then tell you that he was being creative!
I've Become My Parents
June 14, 2011
Yup, so it is. Of course, I hated violence toward people but loved to smash “stuff”. Guess I had a little of both of them in me…
Thanks for coming by, Hajra!
Lucy
June 14, 2011
It must be a boy thing because I never smashed up my own toys…I was clever (or devious) enought to reserve the violence for those belonging to my brother! lol
I've Become My Parents
June 14, 2011
NICE! Thanks for reminding us that there are ways to get the best of both worlds. Why destroy my toys when I could get the same satisfaction from destroying my brother’s? 🙂
Janine Ripper
June 14, 2011
OMG Is this what I have in store with my partner’s son? He loves his hot wheels cars…but I have noticed the preference for crash scene scenarios these days…
I've Become My Parents
June 14, 2011
Don’t panic, Janine…I may have just been a freak of nature, and I did get over it eventually!
Thanks for reading!
Joy
June 14, 2011
I can’t quite decide right now if I’m feeling mortified or amused. Perhaps ‘amusedly mortified’? LOL! Thank you for this post. You’ve made me stop and think how my son plays with his car toys and lego star wars figures. I think I’ll be observing in the weeks to come. hehehehe…..
I've Become My Parents
June 14, 2011
Mortified may be appropriate. The good news is most boys get it out of their system by the time they truly realize their full destructive capabilities…Thanks for stopping by!
Angela@BeggingTheAnswer
June 14, 2011
Is this at all related to the phenomena that little girls will undress their dolls and keep the dolls naked ALL THE TIME? It’s like they’re TRYING to make me crazy.
I've Become My Parents
June 14, 2011
Funny, I hadn’t thought about that, having only a boy…but now that you mention it, girls do do that, don’t they…but I don’t think kids have to try very hard to drive us crazy; after all, we’ve become our parents, right?
Holly Jahangiri
June 14, 2011
I’m with Joy.
I’m not sure I’m entirely comfortable with the implied metaphor – moving from the destruction of cars…to girls.
There’s a sweet side to this, of course. When I was protesting the nasty piece of legislation known as the CPSIA, or “Child Product Safety Improvement Act” (which really improves nothing but the bottom line for large toy manufacturers whose lack of oversight led to the public demanding safer toys), my son offered to pile up all his Hot Wheels and burn them in protest with me. (He was eleven, I think, at the time.) But then he thought about it – “I guess that would be wrong. It might release toxic chemicals, like lead, into the atmosphere…” Oh, that child. Irony has never been lost on him.
I do HOPE you turned out okay (and with eyeballs and fingers intact, despite the fireworks) – I do worry, sometimes, about this destructive tendency boys seem to have. It’s one thing to take apart the household appliances to find out what makes them tick, but when it’s destruction for destruction’s sake… are you saying I needn’t worry so much?
I've Become My Parents
June 14, 2011
Thanks Holly. I wasn’t quite sure what you meant about the implied metaphor and re-read the last sentence. I see how it could have seemed an odly misogynistic statement–not my intent at all. I tweaked it just a bit to better reflect the intended meaning…
I think many boys go through a destructive phase for whatever reason. I’m sure there’s some evolutionary explanation somewhere. The good news for parents is most of us get it out of our system by age 12.
I love that your son has the empathy to recognize the irony in burning his Hot Wheels in protest. Something tells me you’ve played a role in developing that, so good on ya!
Thom Brown
June 14, 2011
So right on. I’m smiling knowingly because 2/3 of the way through this I was thinking that in my comment I would mention firecrackers, and then, there it is.
Need I say it – been there, done that.
I've Become My Parents
June 14, 2011
Do you ever wonder whether kids who play violent video games get it out of their system that way instead of with a sledge hammer on their toys? Or, maybe it makes them more violent? We didn’t have video games with which to get our demolition fix. Maybe it’s different now…?
Holly Jahangiri
June 14, 2011
Hmmm. You had the consequence of destroying all your toys. Today’s kids have the “consequence” of winning the game. Scary thought.
I've Become My Parents
June 14, 2011
Yikes!
Dad
June 14, 2011
Hey! Wait a minute! I never played with cars, or trucks and smashed them to bits. Nor was I allowed to have firecrackers in the house. Something is wrong here. Oh, that’s right….I AM your father, yes, one of your parents. Now that I think of it perhaps “I’VE BECOME MY SON”.
Dad
I've Become My Parents
June 14, 2011
But if you become your son…and I become my dad…and my dad became his dad before he became my dad, then eventually his son, who’s actually me, then….ouch, my brain hurts…did we just prove the theory of relativity, time travel and alternate universes?
MuMuGB
June 14, 2011
Lol! You actually made me remember that I hanged my brother’s teddy bear when I was younger. I had forgotten about it. So much violence against toys…
I've Become My Parents
June 14, 2011
OK, that’s just sick…in that why-didn’t-I-think-of-that kind of way.
Hocam
June 14, 2011
I absolutely loved this. I’m sitting here with a big silly grin on my face:-)) I had four girls so it was cutting Barbies hair, followed by a beheading. They moved from there to the cats whiskers. Luckily they couldn’t find an instrument sharp enough to behead her…..and she has sharp claws!
I've Become My Parents
June 14, 2011
Aha! So it’s not just boys. Er, um, I mean, oh, I’m sorry it’s not just boys. I suspect us Y chromosomers are perhaps more likely to have the predisposition, though.
Poor whiskerless kitty…guess she got to keep her head, though, and that’s always a plus.
Thanks for the comment!
Sweepy Jean
June 14, 2011
So funny! I’m reminded of my son when he was a young. He used to love action figures, which, of course, he would make fight. If we were out of the house and he did not have his action figures handy, he would grab two pencils and pretend they were fighting each other. Boys. (Men.) ;p
I've Become My Parents
June 14, 2011
OK, Sweepy Jean, don’t think that “(Men)” went unnoticed. And if it weren’t true, I’d take offense. But alas, it is. My son too will make cars, trains, ships and planes out of anything laying around. And, yes, they will crash and smash.
Thanks for the comment!
Lalia Voce
June 14, 2011
My brothers didn’t really torture their toys, they had more fun torturing me =) Cute post!
I've Become My Parents
June 14, 2011
I suppose if I had a younger brother (I was the youngest) or sister, I might have occupied my time quite happily torturing them. But at least the toys never fought back or told on me… 😉
charlie nitric
June 14, 2011
Hello –
Great read and reminds me of my childhood days. Although I never was intentionally destructive with my toys, yes they did break sometimes. That was an issue of being a little wild and roughing it with friends playing ball or making up wild games with trucks, balls, playing dodge ball with Lincoln Logs, or bicycles. Usually that involved humans; us. Thank you. 🙂
I've Become My Parents
June 14, 2011
Sounds like good healthy play to me! Thanks for coming by.
Penelope J.
June 14, 2011
Such an amusing way to tell a story about how our destruction genes pass down to our kids – not just boys but girls as well. An inherited tendency from our warrior/fighting/battling ancestors for whom war and destruction were a way of life. At least, most of us and our kids will learn to control this – or maybe not. All we have to do is watch the news and see how this is going on in many nations (currently Libya, Syria, Yemen, Sudan, etc.) and tomorrow, who knows where else? As for crashing, crushing and burning cars, anybody want to watch some videos?
I've Become My Parents
June 15, 2011
Thanks, Penelope. I think you’re right; there’s bound to be an evolutionary explanation for the Y chromosome and the tendency toward aggression. And don’t get me started on the news!
Penelope James
June 14, 2011
Wonderful story/parable. I’ve Become My Parents #PBAU
Samantha Bangayan
June 15, 2011
I was also notorious for breaking any toy that came my way. I like to think that it was never on purpose though. =P Destructiveness is a way for us (I include me here as an adult) to learn how things work! I consider it positive! =) You guys would be excellent engineers! =)
I've Become My Parents
June 15, 2011
Thank you…I knew there was a constructive purpose to the destruction. Of course, most of what I smashed was well beyond repair. I do credit my dad, though, for bringing home all kinds of things for me to take apart (rather than explode beyond recognition) and put back together again.
Thanks for stopping by!
chrysalis2oh
June 29, 2011
Yeah, my son went through this, too with all sorts of things. He threw his Furby out a 2nd story window. I swear to god it said Aaahhhhhhhhhhhh all the way down.
I've Become My Parents
July 4, 2011
Creepy! Screaming furbies…yikes!
Thanks for reading and commenting!
melsar93
June 29, 2011
I don’t think any of the Green Army Men survived my childhood. I see the mangled troops on the floor of my sons room and I know the cycle of violence is repeating.
I've Become My Parents
July 8, 2011
Poor little guys! The army men, I mean…not your son; I’m sure he’s just fine.
Thanks for commenting!
Molly
June 29, 2011
I’m around that age too, but since I’m a girl my thing is demoing Barbie dolls creativly. Throw it out the car window, smash them with bricks. Hope that’s normal but probably isn’t.
I've Become My Parents
July 8, 2011
Trust me, you’re not the only one who wanted to demolish Barbie dolls; I suspect most of the parents reading this have considered it as well. The only real difference is that you follow through!
Thanks for reading and commenting, Molly.
Mèo Lười Việt
June 29, 2011
Once I saw a small boy destroying his toy by throwing it from second floor (where he’s standing) down on the 1st floor just for fun. He’s not angry or upset at all at that time. Then his grandma took the toy and brought it up to him. He threw it again. This stupid act reapeated many times in the witness of his parents, his grandma and some guests. I realised some serious problem here in the way his parents teach him. Actually they didn’t teach him what he should do what he shouldn’t at all. But I was a guest and his mom is quite a shrew so I said nothing. But inside I think if a parent let their children do whatever they want without correcting them, they will grow up like a wild animal and can be harmful to others. And the morbid hobby of destroying things will become something much more serious, much more dangerous. Looking back upon my childhood, I realise I used to take care of my toys carefully. Maybe because I didn’t have many toys, if I ruined my toys I would end up having nothing to play with. Growing up it became a habit of taking care of things, preserve them as best as I can. Even when it wears and tears I try to recover it. And the more I use st the more I attach to it emotionally.
Don’t want to teach you anything. Just my thoughts!! And I hate people who prefer destroying things to preserving it, taking care of it as a good friend.
Mèo Lười Việt
June 29, 2011
Actually the toy I mentioned at the beginning was a toy car.
I've Become My Parents
July 8, 2011
Thanks so much for your comments. I’m glad you grew up appreciating what you had rather than taking it all for granted. It’s a good lesson!
Laurie
June 30, 2011
I love the concept of this blog! I’m a newbie in the blogging world and enjoying writing essays about family-related themes. Writing a letter to my kids is a great idea. I may borrow it from you. Your blog is fun to read. Good job.
I've Become My Parents
July 8, 2011
Thanks Laurie! I’ll come by and check out your blog.
Thanks for your comments!
vyalamotilal
July 1, 2011
awesome blog! i had fun reading it!
I've Become My Parents
July 8, 2011
Thanks, I’m glad you did!
Tim
March 20, 2014
Laughed my ass off 😉 You’ve got a good sense of humor with some morale added to it. Being a son myself I do see me getting some habbits of the old man 😉 Good to read that there are dad’s out there to warn their offspring before it is too late 😉