Our girls, like most four-year-old girls, love pink. And purple. And sparkly things, unicorns, butterflies, lizards and cats. But especially pink. Their brothers aren't so fond of pink. They prefer the color dirt. I know this because it's what they have chosen for the color of our walls, windows, light switches and their socks. "Do you like pink?" Emerson asked Fischer one day not long ago. "No." "Why?" "Because pink stinks !" Cue 'angry tears and screaming.' This of course delighted her brother who began using the line anytime he wanted to see her cry. Which was often. It didn't change her passion for the color, however. She still demanded the pink plate, pink cup, pink shirt, pink shoes, and pink gum if she had the choice. Because pink is the best when you're four. Fast forward a couple of weeks. The girls were collecting pieces of garbage off the van floor. Why? I don't know, but who am I to stop t