I hear a cheerful little voice in the back seat of the car.  It slowly filters to the forefront of my consciousness, which is otherwise occupied with darker subjects: route – finding, marriage-puzzling, and dinner planning  (simultaneously).

“I love ham and cheese,” she sings.  I start listening, curious.

“I love pink and parple,” the song continues. 

What a lovely outlook on life, to sing about what you love rather than rant about what you hate.  Mommy is taking notes. 

You can tell she likes pink and purple with her choice of attire.

You can tell she likes pink and purple by her toy choice from the library.

She even swaddles Scarlett bunny in pink and purple. I can't figure out WHY. But other moms find the same phenomenon. Their little gurls are, well, they're girly.