Beware the Pale Pink

It started innocently enough.

“Sweetgirl, I’m not washing clothes until later. Please put your pink shirt on today.”

Who knew that clothing color choices could cause such a ruckus?

Who knew that a six-year-old could have such strong opinions about colors?

Who knew that pale pink was so… so… evil?

Sweetgirl knew!

I will not wear that shirt!”

To which I replied, “It doesn’t fit anymore?”

Silly Mama.

To which she retorted – yes, retorted, “I do not wear light pink!” There may have even been a snooty little sniff at the end of that… retort. I’m not entirely sure, as I began to feel my blood pressure rising at a steady clip.

I just needed the child to get an ever-lovin’ shirt on so that we could get out of the house and get to brother’s play-off soccer game.

Asking this child to wear any color other than hot pink, teal, purple, black, or grey is apparently akin to asking her to cut off her pinky finger! Lest you think I kid, she literally deposited the offending shirt into the trashcan to make her point.

Where does she learn these things??? I don’t throw things in the trash when I don’t want to wear them! I might toss them in a heap in the corner of the closet. But I would never throw a piece of clothing in the trash!

Lord, draw near to me.

I want to lock this child in her room for a sweet forever.

Or, at least until she doesn’t go all crazy-cakes on the wrong color shirt.

Nana, Gammy, Aunties, be warned! Beware, The Pale Pink Anything!

We must work on ways to dial down the drama, around here. I would like, for instance, for this child to develop this sort of passion for making the world a safer place for all children. Or, making sure our local homeless have Thanksgiving meals. Or, making sure her bed is made.

But, to have a full-blown temper-tantrum over the color of shirt she wears?

Oh, but she is a spirited one!

Mercy!

Uncle!

Help!

I clearly need some community support. Lay it on me! Whatchu got?