Monday, April 30, 2007
Color My World
Just when I think I've adjusted to the idea of my kids being color blind, one of them will shake me out of complacency with an unexpected curve ball. Saturday morning, en route to the farmers market for the season's first blueberries, we were playing "I Spy" in the car.
Boo said, "I spy something green."
After exhausting the usual suspects--trees, grass, bushes, leaves, street signs, stop lights--we asked for another clue.
"Inside or outside the car?"
"Inside."
There wasn't much green to be found inside the car, so we surrendered.
"What did you spy, Boo?"
"Mommy's hair!"
I was transported back to the day last fall, when the idea was just beginning to dawn on me that the kids might be color-deficient, when Boo asked me with utter seriousness, "Is a horse's mane green?"
If someone would just salve the small pinprick to my heart, I think I could find it within me to laugh.
Boo said, "I spy something green."
After exhausting the usual suspects--trees, grass, bushes, leaves, street signs, stop lights--we asked for another clue.
"Inside or outside the car?"
"Inside."
There wasn't much green to be found inside the car, so we surrendered.
"What did you spy, Boo?"
"Mommy's hair!"
I was transported back to the day last fall, when the idea was just beginning to dawn on me that the kids might be color-deficient, when Boo asked me with utter seriousness, "Is a horse's mane green?"
If someone would just salve the small pinprick to my heart, I think I could find it within me to laugh.
1 Comments:
I've seen people who had green hair. They usually have more tatoos and piercings than you, though.
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