Pink

I was laying in Troy’s room last night, waiting for him to finally go to sleep. When out of the darkness, I hear this.

Troy: “Dada, I’m pink.”

Me: [laughing] “Yeah, I guess you are sort of pink.”

Troy: “Everyone is pink.”

Me: “No, some people are white, some are peach, some are various shades of brown, and some are even black.”

Troy: “Yeah, and some are green.”

Me: “Really? Do you know any green people?”

Troy: “No, but I’m sure they’re out there.”

Me: “So, what color do you want to be?”

Troy: “Well, girls like pink.”

Me: [chuckling again] “I guess you’re right. Most girls like pink. So, you want to be pink, so girls will like you?”

Troy: “Yeah…or blue.”