Never enough pink

I was happy to help out a friend who needed child care early this morning. It's a good thing that J had to leave for his weekly men's prayer coffee about the same time our little friend was arriving because the pink level in this house just exploded. Shortly after I turned off the morning tv show, I heard K ask A, "Let's go get dressed. What kind of clothes do you have?" They then disappeared into A's room and all I could hear was,

"What about polka-dots? I like the polka-dots."

"I think I'm going to do the flower shorts."

"Ooh, yeah, I like those."

"Let's find some shoes, too."

"I have two pairs of crocs...pink and purple, my favorites."

"How about sandals? I like the sandals."

"Oh, those are pretty!"

Too funny!

I called them to breakfast and after they finished, they asked if they could go outside. I told them I thought the neighbors would appreciate it if we waited until at least 8 am to take this show outside. "Okay, we'll go brush each other's hair." Good luck with that, K, cause it usually causes fits of holy terror when I try to brush A's hair. I give 'em six more months before they're asking to paint each other's toenails. Pink, pink, pink, pink, pink!