Boys Will Be Boys, Girls will....

We got some snow yesterday and it actually managed to stay on the streets and became gloriously hardpacked. That kinda street stirs up my old Rally racing propensities... 

Nothing like gettin'  my old Datsun 510 street racer reved up and sideways... Or Brigitta, my old VW Bug; Queen of the Alley Rally...

Yep, back in the day. 

Today I own a minivan.

When we were going to school today I was having what little fun the minivan would allow; front wheel spin on the hard pack. (woo woo) Thank God I don't have traction control or the thrill really would be gone. I did try a little swerving and throttle modulation, but overcoming the front drive, horrible weight bias, and nearly indefeatable understeer...well, that's another thing.  

Here comes the difference;

 

Peter seems to instinctively  dig it... 

 

"WOW Dad!!! Do that AGAIN!!, How did you DO that?? That was Coool! Dad! do that AGAIN Dad!!" 

Gretchen on the other hand instinctively becomes Chicken Little 

(...and I am quoting verbatim here) 

"Daddy!! Stop that!! What would happen if you bashed into those cars!!" 

(what?... that one car? ....parked 20 feet up the hill on the driveway?) 

Though she has never seen that happen (thank God) ...and never would at 20 MPH,

 she is instantly able to imagine the worst case scenario, ...that defies all physics. 

I have to calm Gretchen down: 

"It's OK, Gretch, Daddy just spun the tires a bit, ...we're not going to die" 

I have to calm Peter down to, ...just not in the same way: 

"...No son, I can't really spin out for you."

"No, we aren't going to hit anything, ...Sorry."

... and,  

"No son, unfortunately we are not allowed to drive up in the yards either. Sorry bud." 

I Love my Boy! He so BOY!  I love My Girl! She's so GIRL! 

Just like it should be.