The F1 Driver

About two to three months ago, I watched with a frown as I tried to comprehend what the little boy was doing when he periodically made funny tantrum-like noises while moving his hands in awkward positions. Turns out he was pretending to drive a taxi. The mmmmm noises were mimics of the engine sounds and those hands were supposed to be turning the steering wheel.

From then till now, he progressed from:
- being happy to be placed in the driver's seat for a while to asking to "drive [my father's] taxi"
- sounding like he's unhappy about something to a clearer "mmmmmm", "vroom vroom" and additions to sounds of the horn
- awkward hand positions to violent "turning" stunts
- contented with a stationary position of "driving" to running around the furniture as if the car was moving
- requiring a "wheel" as prop, using practically anything as a prop

With regards to the last point, I'd have my father to thank. Somehow, he managed to get his hands on a second hand steering wheel, brought it home and presented it as a toy to gabe. So everytime gabe goes to his maternal grandparents', he'll be "driving away". The latest development was unbelievable: my father took our damaged fan, which we were about to throw away, and converted it to a standing"vehicle", fit with the second hand steering wheel. And when gabe's back home without all his props, my father proposed a substitute: his stacko rings! Yes, the boy will grab a ring and pretend it's a steering wheel. There's some identity attached to them too: the blue one's "drive taxi" and the rattly red one is "drive sports car".

If one didn't know better, he'd be an F1 driver in the making, except gabe simply goes "DRIVE TAXI" all day long.