Color Wars

Hubs and I were having one of our very deep, intellectual conversations. MaeMae started it by announcing that her favorite color is Red. This has been the consistent front runner for several days (practically eternity in the mind of a 3.5 year old) so I am inclined to believe her. She went on to remind us that Mom's favorite color is purple, while Dad's favorite color is blue. Spike, who has yet to speak a language we can understand, has no official position on the subject.

I informed Hubs that blue is an inferior color to purple.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. Purple kicked Blue's ass the other day in a street brawl. Blue went crying home to it's momma and hid under the bed for two days."

"Well, if Purple saw Blue in a dark alley, Purple would pee on itself and run away."

"Well, Purple is the color of royalty. Blue is the color of plebeians."

(I'll admit, a comeback loses a bit of it's sting when your word choices clearly reveal a childhood spent watching PBS specials and reading too many books about the middle ages.)

"Well, in nature, Purple is an exotic color. There are only a few purple things, like flowers or grapes. Blue, on the other hand, is the color of the most important features in the world." Hubs settled back in his seat, clearly pleased with this response and considering the discussion at an end.

"WHAT? What are you talking about? What in the world is blue that is so important?"

He stared at me, eyes wide. "The. Sky."

Oooh, right. I forgot about that.

"And the OCEAN. Both are blue."

I had lost all traction gained by an obscure word choice and was firmly back in the dunce corner.

"You gotta color your hair back to brown, hon. You're turning into an idiot."

At this point, MaeMae was actually concerned that either Blue or Purple was hurt from their fight, and we had to reassure her that both colors were ok.