Tonight we had our friend Melanee over for dinner. I made black bean soup and an had little Mexican nacho bar so the kids could fix what they wanted. I took the time to cut up some black olives because I knew the kids liked them.
As she was eating some olives, Camille informed us that "Olives are my favorite black thing."
After we chuckled for a minute, Melanee asked Camille what some of her other favorites are. The conversation went a little something like this:
M: What is your favorite red thing?
C: Tomatoes! I love tomatoes! My brother doesn't like tomatoes.
M: What is your favorite yellow thing?
C: Hmmm...let me think about it for a minute. I know! Chips! (Tortilla chips were sitting in front of her on the table.)
I thought the conversation was just about over when Camille proclaimed, "Know what my favorite brown thing is?"
M: What is your favorite brown thing?
C: My MOM! And my dad!
We laughed and laughed. I never would have categorized myself as such, but she explained later as she put on her pajamas - "Your skin is kind of tan brown and your hair is brown."
Makes sense to me now, but it was so funny then!