We figured he's having a bit of a testosterone surge at the moment, not least because he's initiating rough-and-tumbles almost constantly, and is having lots of, ahem, erections throughout the day.
So all very healthy male, but blimey the endless crashing of cars! And we have laminate floors, so I've put ear defenders on my Christmas list as it is so noisy. It's all physical and boisterous and crash, bash, biff. And all car games are essentially crashing games. It seems futile - almost wrong - trying to stop it. It's as though ds needs this outlet at the moment - or rather some release for all this physical energy, and it isn't going to be a walk the minute he's dragged me out of bed.
Argh! Am just venting really, and wondering if others' loving, capable-of-being-gentle boys are similarly compelled to obliterate their toy cars in huge pile-ups?!