This is a conversation we are having a lot lately in our house:
MAMA: Atticus, what color is this?
MAMA: No. It’s green.
MAMA: No. Green.
He seems to be able to identify some colors and knows some of their names, but whenever I ask him what color something is, he gets a gleam in his eye and shouts yellow. Probably because I give him such a good reaction. He laughs at me and digs in his heels. Nope, it’s yellow. It goes without saying, I am sure, that he does this more to me than to Mike.
But that’s okay, because I have started asking only about yellow objects.
MAMA: Atticus, what color is this banana?
MAMA: That’s right! High five!
And then I high five him and also I WIN, HAHA! You will not defeat me, toddler! I am not sure how he got to be so obstinate. I really am not.
Yesterday, I was drinking an iced tea from Starbucks when Atticus walked up to me (that’s a lie, he runs everywhere).
ATTICUS: Straw, mine mine!
MAMA: No, this is my straw. Mama’s drink.
ATTICUS: Straw! Mine!
MAMA: What color is the straw, Atticus?
MAMA: If you say what color the straw is, I will give it to you.
MAMA: You little turkey.
I am thinking he won that round. I went ahead and gave him the whole drink, just to be sure.