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Pink reigns supreme

We were playing the fairy game again. A fairy customer would enter the store and once Twin R clicked on her, the text of what she wanted appeared on the screen. The fairy would order an item for a certain season in a particular color. The problem was, the twins can't read yet and I had to be their translator. The bigger problem was Twin R didn't always agree with the customer. She loves pink, she is the human form of Pinkalicious, and if it's not pink, it's putrid. 

Her favorite fairy, Rosetta flew into the store and her words floated to the bottom of the screen.  I read them to her:"I would love a flitterific head band in green." Oh shit, she said green. And the moment the word "green" flew out of my mouth, Twin R lost it entirely. She was yelling at me all because her favorite fairy wanted a green headband. Like it my fault that her favorite fairy fell from pink.  She was red-faced fury and didn't understand why that fairy would want anything other than pink.

When she screams like that, it is so loud and painful, my ears cry. Please make it stop. I  tried to calm her down by telling her, "she is a color friendly fairy. She embraces all colors of the rainbow." That is more than we can say about Russia at the moment. "NO! YOU'RE STUPID MOMMY!" whoa, she's getting personal here. I'm just the translator.,  she yelled back. "SHE IS PINK.  SHE WEARS PINK. SHE IS MY FAIRY AND SHE WEARS PINK!!! NO GREEN." Can't be your Russian heritage shining through, it is a pink pride parade.

How do you move on from there?

I did the one logical thing that made her happy. I told her, "Make the clothing you want to make. Make it all pink. And if the customers don't want it, drop them  and find customers that appreciate your work." That won't land her any jobs in the future, but maybe she'll be the next big diva designer and she won't have to care.  With those instructions, she smiled, grabbed my iPad and walked away. Give that mommy a prize. You are a winner!

I went to the kitchen, poured a vodka & v-8 and celebrated not having to read any more fairy orders.

 It was a win-win.


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