My family went to Yellowstone for Christmas two years ago. My son, then four, went with me to get long underwear. It can fall well below zero at Yellowstone in the winter and though we had down coats and solid shoes, I wanted long underwear for my little ones.
When we arrived at the store the only pair they had in his size were bright pink. I turned to him.
Look at this happy color! Won’t these be nice?
I half expected there to be a problem or some scoffing comment about girl colors. He had never been really particular about colors before, but like all children, he could be particular when it was the most inconvenient for you. However, this time he was thrilled.
I love pink!! I can’t wait to wear these! He clutched the package to his chest and ran toward the register. Bemused, I followed.
That night he wanted to wear them. I told him he had to wait until we got to Yellowstone. He kept peeking into the luggage to stroke the bright pink long johns.
We arrived in Jackson, WY and found our way to a hotel. When we got to the room the very first question out of his mouth was Can I wear them yet?
Yes. Giving in I unpacked them and handed them to a young man who was literally bouncing on the balls of his feet in excitement. He ran into the bathroom to change.
A few minutes later he came out covered neck to ankle in bright pink.
I am all over pink! Now I am invisible! You cannot see me!! He chortled mightily as he ran around being invisible, greatly enjoying the laughter his enjoyment caused the family.
Pink, apparently, is the color of invisibility and pink long johns are the equivalent to an invisibility cloak. He wore the heck out of those things, thoroughly convinced that he was invisible each and every time.
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Another dear friend of mine has a son about the same age who also LOVES pink. 😉 Thanks for sharing this wonderful story; it’s made my morning!