Mikey is his own "man" - that is, nothing YOU think or say about him influences him in any way most of the time (or me either). And he is such a funny mix of things. I think I already mentioned that we are having issues with appropriate behaviors and appropriate touching now that he's entered puberty. He'll be going along on the Internet, looking a Clifford, Sponge Bob Squarpants, or combing the Disney site for news about when revamped attractions will reopen. And then he's onto a site with scampily-clad men and/or women.
Age apprpriate? How about, "Age gamut." After many years, he has pulled out VHS (that'll tell you how long) tapes of Percy (from the Thomas the Train collection) and "I love Trains" - a preschool video. Go figure.
He loves music. Opera, classical, Celtic and SOME rock. His mom tells me he doesn't tolerate the 70s and 80s collection she prefers, and he will not tolerate either of us playing our guitars and/or singing. He doesn't like much regular TV and he will watch videos - well, "watch" needs explaining. He moves through them quickly, skipping major parts; then he'll fixate on one section and play it over. and over. and over. AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER AND OVER >>>>>>>.
Ah, well. It's MIKEY, after all ......
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