Over the weekend, I played a color quiz game with the Boy. I do this often to reinforce the names of colors that he has at his command. Once he's comfy with the basics, I'll introduce fun color names like vermilion and crimson and chartreuse. These are the ones to which I always gravitated during my oil painting days, and I want to share my palette love with him.
After a few minutes, we'd identified the colors of just about everything in the room, so I focused our little game on our own appearances. This game does double-duty in that identifying similarities in our coloring helps strengthen his identification with the family unit. Well, triple duty in that you can unintentionally discover some, ahem, physical flaws.
"What color are my eyes?" I asked.
"Blue," says he.
"That's right! And what color are your eyes?"
"What color is my hair?"
"That's exactly right! And what color is your hair?
"Right again! And what color are my," I fish around for something else that's easy, "teeth?"
Oof. Crushing pause.
"Good job. Let's, uh, let's go read a book now."
Vanity, thy name is MCV. Time to invest in some of these.