Remember a few weeks back when I wrote about Racecar being so difficult to buy for?  About how easy it was for me to shop for Ariel?  And how when I asked Racecar what he wanted he responded with "a red racecar and a tree?"  Remember that?

I have GOOD NEWS!  He has finally added to his list.  Something he thought of all my himself and he talks about it all the time.  In fact, he thinks it’s such a great idea that he thinks Santa should bring the same thing for his sister!

The bad news?

He wants a pair of boxing gloves.

And he wants them badly.

It’s interesting that this child would want a pair of boxing gloves because we don’t watch boxing, we do not encourage any type of fighting, organized or not, and we don’t even talk about boxing.

Except we have The Wii to blame.  Which has boxing.  Which we do not let him play.  He has only experienced boxing while watching Daddy box or Crooked Eyebrow.  And that’s it. And it’s not often.

There are a lot of sports on Wii: baseball, tennis, golf, bowling.  Couldn’t he have asked for a bowling ball?  A lovely little tennis racket?  A golf club?

Another interesting thing about his infatuation with boxing is that whenever he asks to play boxing, we tell him he can play when he is sixteen.

So, everyday, starts out with "am I sixteen today?" 

Which makes for a long, long day.

Last night, while Brian and I were shopping we did see things like this:

But I just could not, would not, get something that teaches my kid to become a better fighter.

I’m a little sad that dear old Santa will not be bringing Racecar his one big Christmas wish, but dear old Santa will not be bringing Racer his one big Christmas wish.

Tell me, am I being too sensitive?  Not only did I have one of these
punching things when I was little, I also had daily fist fights with
my siblings and look at me, I turned out just perfect fine okay, a little on the slow side.

Is my "soon to be" four year old too young for clown violence?

Tell me, please.  Help a sister out.