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Lately Farmbaby’s favorite color has, very consistently, been yellow.
(We spent the entire day at Rhinebeck looking for 1) yellow yarn that was 2) machine-washable and 3) in sufficient quantity [2 skeins] for a project for Grandma to knit for her. We went to every single vendor, and struck out entirely. Either it wasn’t machine washable, there was only one skein left, or it didn’t come in yellow. The entire festival! But I digress.)
At dinner she was eating carrots, and deliberating over what was her least favorite color. After she proclaimed orange to be both her most and least favorite color, it came out that she didn’t actually understand what “least favorite” meant. So her mother explained, “If you had every color and could pick as many as you liked, which one would be the very last one you picked?”
“Oh,” she said, clearly understanding, and gave it some thought. After a little while, she said, “Mom, I don’t think you’ll like to hear this, buuuut…”
“What,” her mother prompted.
“My least favorite color is pink,” she said.
“Why wouldn’t I want to hear that?” her mother asked, puzzled.
Farmbaby reached out and touched her mother’s bare forearm. “Because you’re pink,” she said.
Lately Farmbaby’s favorite color has, very consistently, been yellow.
(We spent the entire day at Rhinebeck looking for 1) yellow yarn that was 2) machine-washable and 3) in sufficient quantity [2 skeins] for a project for Grandma to knit for her. We went to every single vendor, and struck out entirely. Either it wasn’t machine washable, there was only one skein left, or it didn’t come in yellow. The entire festival! But I digress.)
At dinner she was eating carrots, and deliberating over what was her least favorite color. After she proclaimed orange to be both her most and least favorite color, it came out that she didn’t actually understand what “least favorite” meant. So her mother explained, “If you had every color and could pick as many as you liked, which one would be the very last one you picked?”
“Oh,” she said, clearly understanding, and gave it some thought. After a little while, she said, “Mom, I don’t think you’ll like to hear this, buuuut…”
“What,” her mother prompted.
“My least favorite color is pink,” she said.
“Why wouldn’t I want to hear that?” her mother asked, puzzled.
Farmbaby reached out and touched her mother’s bare forearm. “Because you’re pink,” she said.
