Chronicles of Chaos
The Fagus Unimog Wood Truck
I bought our latest Fagus wood truck for Wyatt’s birthday. The basic and oddly named Unimog, with the crane, sweeper and snowplow (I got a little excited about the options).
It’s terrific. I want to play with it and I’m not into trucks.
The added parts are simple for Wyatt to slide on and off by himself. The truck is sturdy and seems safe for Oliver–who at 17 months is all about the trucks. We parked by a digger yesterday for 15 minutes, which could’ve been an hour but the workman thought I was checking him out and it started to feel awkward.
Not that Wyatt lets Oliver play with the truck. Anytime Oliver’s about to cross into the safety zone, Wyatt shouts, “NO, BOOEY”, his nickname for O. Even though it happens five times a day (even though each time I coach Wyatt to say “I’m playing with this now”), Oliver still jumps.
When Wyatt goes to camp, he reaches on his tip toes to store the truck and all its parts on the kitchen counter.
I’m in a huge internal debate over whether to let Oliver play with the truck when the coast is clear. So far I’ve decided I’d be sending mixed messages. I just scooch it over if I need the counter space.
I’ve learned (from my husband) that the unimog is a well known four wheel drive truck in Europe. Unimog is a shortened version of the German phrase for universal motor device.
So he tells me it’s not oddly named.