No, it's not. It is actually a symbol of rebellious defiance of parental authority. Really.
Intuitive Monkey loves Tinker Toys. He constructs endless robots, spaceships, and these things that he calls "x"-men and "y"-men. They fly through the house, waging inter-galactic war zooming and crashing into each other for hours on end.
Having spied the disaster that we like to call the play room, I knew that dozens of Tinker Toy constructions covered every square inch of floor space.
Me: "Monkey, I want you to clean up all the Tinker Toys in the play room."
Intuitive Monkey: "Do I have to take them apart? "
Me: "You can keep two of your favorite things together, but the rest you need to take apart and put in the box."
Monkey, lower lip trembling: "But there allllllll my favorites!
*crying, pleading, begging for mercy from me*
Me: "No, you can only keep two. Take everything else apart and put it away!"
Intuitive Monkey sulks off, planning my soon-coming, "accidental" death.
*10 minutes pass*
Monkey: "Can I be done cleaning up now?"
Me: "Did you clean up the Tinker Toys?"
Monkey, smiling sweetly: "I made two gigantic robots, so I don't have anything to clean."
My five-year-old had found a way to completely thwart my intentions while, at the same time, perfectly obeying my instructions. A true politician.
I couldn't be mad at him. His solution was too ingenious not to be appreciated!
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