My Theory On Why Girls Can't Drive

I've been considering recently the possibility that child development really can develop essential skills later on in adult life. Now, I'm not talking about being 2 years old and being forced to work out basic mathematics so that your parents can say "Oh, look how much more developed my child is than yours!", I mean more the years you were sat there playing with pretend guns and barbie dolls (not that you'd ever mix the two together... unless you were a bit weird). I remember being a little boy and being obsessed with my toys, be it; toy cars, Action Man, or even Pogs (oh yes, I remember Pogs!). I'd be playing with them day in, day out without realising at the time just how focused on my imaginary scenarios I was, down to the smallest detail. Now that I'm older, I know exactly how to park behind a cr*p driver to box him in perfectly! I can picture the maneuver I would have used when I was 7, and I replicate it. This got me thinking, is this why women can't drive, or specifically park very well? Bear with me. If little girls don't play with cars when they're younger then why would they know the complexities of parking in a multi-level car park?! To my knowledge, girls grew up playing with baby dolls, toy kitchens, toy vacuums and plastic heads to practice hair and make-up on. This, in my opinion, is exactly why women are so well prepared for looking after babies compared to men, as well as their abilities to cook, clean and spend hours at grooming themselves. I never understood the attraction of these toys as a young boy, and now that I'm older, I am genuinely useless at all those tasks. My friend, The Furious One, has argued her point against this. She told me that she played with cars as a child, despite not having male genitals. I asked if she believed she was a good driver, she replied "Yes". I asked can you park correctly, she replied "Yes". My theory sticks! Regardless of the gender, the toy meets the life-skill! To summarise - I believe Lego creates good builders, cars deliver good drivers, play-kitchens cook up good cooks and baby dolls develop good mothers. I wish my mother-in-law had given my girlfriend a toy kitchen... she can barely butter bread! Call me sexist all you want, I prefer the term chauvinistic. It just sounds posher!