by Sara Woolfolk I knew The Boy was trying to sort it out. Every chance he got, he mixed colors. Paint. Colored water. Those colored bath fizzy things. Tubes of food coloring he got out of the pantry while I was in the shower. (Good times) I tried hard not to correct him or over-instruct him about the mud making. Really, who cares if everything he paints is that same mud-colored shade. It was starting to grow on me. I was starting to buy home décor in earth tones to match all the art on the fridge. In the words of Pete the Cat, it’s all good.
Then he painted one hand red and one hand blue and rubbed them together to make purple. It was deliberate. It was amazing. You know what else? I haven’t answered a single question about what happens when you mix blue and yellow or red and blue or green and orange since.
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