The thing about parenting is that your efforts to mold and guide their tastes isn’t always going to take. As much as I’d love an (almost) four year old Star Trek loving, comics reading nerd in training, he’s going to be his own person.
As much as he likes stories in books and movies, he likes things that represent every day life: trains, trucks, construction equipment, firetrucks. He asks us to make up a story about things that actually happened. It’s like he actually resists narrative fiction or something. There are exceptions, of course. He likes the movie Up. But then, the heartbreaking montage of Karl and Ellie Fredericksen is followed by a sequence involving the construction of condo towers. Maybe that’s the hook for him.
Having, you know, never raised a kid from birth, I’m not sure if this is normal. It probably is. I don’t remember what I was into when I was three. It may have involved Fisher-Price cars. At his age, perhaps complex imaginary play (a phrase I just stole from here) is just a thing that happens later. Right now, he just has little interest in the fantastic.
Although he has started to recreate train crashes on his train table. So … milestone? Or warning sign?