About two years ago, C and I were taking a walk when he suddenly had something important to tell me. I knew it was important because he stopped, looked up at me, and said in a very serious voice, “Daddy.”<\/p>\n
I stopped too. We were, after all, holding hands. “Yes?”<\/p>\n
“I love pink.”<\/p>\n
“Ah. Okay.”<\/p>\n
This is not exactly what a dad wants to hear coming from his two year old son’s mouth. Not that there’s anything wrong with pink, mind you. Even so, after a little while of walking, I said “my favorite color’s purple.”<\/p>\n
“Yes,” he nodded. “Mine’s pink.”<\/p>\n
And so it has been for the past two years. Just recently, however, we had a breakthrough, of sorts. I was buckling him into his car seat when he suddenly looked up at me, appearing very upset. “Oh No!”<\/p>\n
“What is it? What’s wrong?”<\/p>\n
“I lost my pink!”<\/p>\n
“Your pink?”<\/p>\n
“Yes. It’s gone! I lost my pink!”<\/p>\n
I went through the list of all his toys that I could remember had pink in them, asking him if he’d lost them. <\/p>\n
As I started asking, however, he overrode me with “No, no, no”<\/p>\n
Finally, I shut up and he said “I like purple now.”<\/p>\n
“Purple?”<\/p>\n
“Yep. Purple.” Deep sigh. “I lost my pink.”<\/p>\n
At long last, I knew what he was talking about. It was a good feeling. “Ah. Well, you can like both purple and pink, if you want to.”<\/p>\n
“No. I lost my pink. I like purple now.”<\/p>\n
Hooray!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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