…With my kiddo.
One of them anyway. The younger, bossier one. The one with the curls and the angelic smile.
I was putting her to bed in her room. A room with white walls and decorated with her artwork. And by artwork, I mean sheets of loose leaf paper with her (slightly shaky, but still legible) written name, pictures of Dasher, her doggy, her Father and her brother. Don’t forget her own personal touch, hand drawn scribbles applied to lovingly with crayon and marker, directly onto the paint.
Needless to say I’ve been dying to paint these walls… Particularly now that she’s out of her “drawing on the walls” phase.
So this past weekend my Mom and I set out to find a suitable shade for her walls. We settled on a very light pink, as pink is a color she LOVES. Consistently. Like since birth ya’ll…
See what I’m saying?
Okay, so maybe she’s had pink “thrown at her” since birth.
Well, pink, as well as other stuff, but that’s another post.
“SWR, guess what?” I’m trying like hell to get her focus off of Spongebob and on to anything else.
“What, Mom Mom?” She’s not impressed with my attempt so far, but she’s playing along.
“We’re going to paint your room this weekend, wont that be fun???”
“Yaaaay!!!! Thank you, Mom Mom!”
I knew better, I should of stopped here, but nooo. “What color do you want your room to be,” I asked. A simple question… I thought I knew the answer, after all, she is my little girl. My princess…
“Purple and BLUE!” She started bouncing up and down on her bed, clearly excited that she was being given an option.
Purple and blue. Two colors that we didn’t buy.
Guess I’m heading back to Lowe’s.