Me: How about these pjs, Lei?
I offer her pink pjs.
Leighton: No thanks.
Me: These?
Also pink.
Leighton: Um. Nope. Not Pink.
She says this as if pink is NOT unequivocally her favorite color. And that she did not just tell me the other day that while wearing pink, she feels like herself again.
Me: Sooooo, you're going to start rotating other colors into your wardrobe?
Leighton: Yes. I am.
Me: Which ones?
Leighton: Purple, blue, yellow, green, orange, red ...
He tone indicates a certain obviousness and implies that I do not know my colors.
Me: Why the sudden change?
Leighton: I don't want to be known as "the girl who wears pink".
I'm suspicious.
Me: So your very favorite dress in your closet is what color?
Sheepish look melting into a huge grin.
Leighton: Pink.
Me: Your favorite top?
Leighton: PINK!
Me: And, your favorite pants?
Leighton: Oh that's silly mom. I look HORRID in pants.
It's really just another day with Lei - full of zingers. I have to write them down from time to time or I fear they will be lost forever.
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