Pink storiesp

Yesterday afternoon someone popped in as I was pouring some juice into cups.  Daniel and Mignon had pink cups and Isabel a yellow one.  There is always a shortage of pink cups in our house.

My guest then commented on how cool it is that Daniel drinking out of a pink cup doesn’t phase me.  So my mind did one of those ‘whooooooosh’ thingies and I realised that we don’t colour co-ordinate much.  If you want the pink cup, great, have the pink cup.  And pray that there won’t be an argument about who gets THAT particular pink cup.  Same goes for spoons, bowls and food.  Yes, food.

Daniel has a particular fondness for pink and we could choose if we wanted to fight with him about it “oh look, here’s a blue cup, why don’t you want the blue cup?”  Nah.  I say, let him have all the pink he wants until he decides he doesn’t want it anymore.  And wear his sisters’ crowns, fairy dresses, wings and wands to his heart’s content.

I did however wonder about where I should draw the line this morning when I was applying make-up in the car and he also wanted base, powder and lipstick.

What do you think?  Where do you draw the line between cute and a little weird?

Whilst you think let me brag about how nicely they are all getting along at the moment. (neither of these are posed, just so you know, that’s why they’re a little blurry)

(yes, I know the couch is filthy.  I found a grape squashed between 2 cushions last night)