That's what it appears when you've got two young daughters at least. Pink socks, purple flip-flops, hot-pink t-shirts, bold purple corduroy pants. With the recent move into a bigger house, and the presentation of bedrooms for each, we're painting again...
Parents: "P, what color do you want us to paint your new bedroom?"
P: "Pink and Purple"
We're doing P's room (well, the lower 1/3rd of it) a pink that matches the pink in her new bed linens. Of course. T's room you ask? Well, that whole thing will be a purple that matches her new bed linens. Pink and purple curtains, pillows, bean bag chairs and sheets.
Jesus, even their soccer ball is pink.
When I had P at a home improvement store (what a joke, these places should be called "Oh shit, that broke? Again? I'll go get it's replacement/quick fix" stores) before the move, looking for packing supplies, she BEGGED me to buy a roll of duct-tape...you guessed it...bright effing pink duct-tape.
I swear I'm going to paint my bathroom jet-black just to have a little masculinity in the house (of course, our tub is a nice rose color...FML).
I'd say I'd like to have a son, to get a little blue or dirt in the house - but that would never happen. We'd wind up with twin girls...I am 101% positive of this. Then we'd need a 6 bedroom house (probably somewhere in Omaha - you know, middle America?), which would be even pink and purple-er. I'll just bide my time until they have families...hopefully two boys each...
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