This morning, Katherine was entertaining herself by identifying the colors of various objects in the house. The walls in the bedroom are green. The walls in the living room are a light brown. Her dress is yellow. To inspire her to new heights, I started asking her to identify specific things that were more difficult colors (a real challenge since I’m colorblind).
Finally, I asked what color mommy was. Katherine looked at mommy, looked at me, and looked back at mommy, but didn’t say anything. I attempted to encourage her by asking if mommy was blue. “No.” Is mommy purple? “No.” What color is mommy? “Mommy’s blown (brown with an “l” instead of an “r”).” This of course prompted fits of laughter from mommy’s ever-loving and supportive husband.
There are some things that I just couldn’t make happen better if I had planned them out.