On our way home from our local Not Back to School Picnic today, Beatrice was happily chatting away while I drove and Claire napped. We were going in the opposite direction of the heavy traffic, the sun was shining, and life was good. We’d both had fun hanging out with like-minded folks at the picnic and had made some new friends.
Then Beatrice said to me, “Mama, you know what colour cars are my favourite?”
I responded, sort of absentmindedly, “What colour cars are your favourite?”
“Pink and purple.”
That statement sat there for a moment while I continued driving and then I looked around at all the cars on the road around us. Not a single one was pink. There were absolutely no purple cars in sight. In fact, I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen a pink or purple car. It was probably a petal pink Mary Kay Cadillac I spotted eons ago.
So we discussed the way cars are made in a factory and painted there, and how many cars are bought by men, although not always, and the people in charge of the car factories probably don’t make pink and purple cars because girls like those colours and men probably wouldn’t want to buy a pink or purple car. And how if more women bought their own cars and asked the people in the car companies to make pink and purple cars then we might be able to buy them that way from the car dealership.
Then I started rambling on about how if we really REALLY wanted a pink and purple car then we could take a regular car to the custom paint shop and pay somebody there to paint it however we wanted it, pink and purple, in spots or stripes or tiger patterned. Beatrice decided that would be a great idea, and when she was grown up she would take her car to get pink and purple stripes painted on it.
Five minutes later, we’re waiting at a red light and I spot a black and white zebra striped car go past.
Today was a very good day.