Colour blind with love

As long as I have known Big Daddy he has been a manly man. He is the type of guy who doesn't care if his clothes match or if his house is clean and won't eat vegetables because they are too girly. But to share one of his deep dark secrets, Big Daddy has a favorite blanket. Not ONLY does he have a favorite blanket it is pink. OK, let me clarify. I along with most of the world would call it pink. But Big Daddy being the manly man he thinks he is says it's purple. I guess purple isn't quite as girly as pink. But really, lets be realistic and call a spade a spade a light purplish colour is just as girly as pink.

Anyways, this 'blanket' resided on our bed for many years until Big Daddy bought me a duvet. I guess it never dawned on him that in getting a duvet that the pink blanket would become retired. But being the quilt of the God's it is we can't ever get rid of it, so in a closet it resides for occasions when it is needed. Like when someone is riding the couch with illness or a bed gets peed in and the original quilt is in the wash.

Night before last Joseph's bedding needed to be washed. I am not the best at laundry as it is and plus well, I have three kids, I forget stuff. Thus, when bedtime rolled around Joseph's bedding was still in the washing machine. Good thing I have extras! So I made up his bed and yanked out Big Daddy's old tattered pink quilt. When Big Daddy saw his eyes lit up with a sparkle and they were full of love...so much so that I think if it were me and the kids or the pink quilt, the quilt has a good chance of winning. As Joseph got out of the shower, dried off and in his pj's he strolls into his bedroom, spots the pink quilt and does a manly arm pump with a loud "woohoo I get the PINK blanket!". What is it with men and this pink quilt? Joseph was very excited. Big Daddy, not so much. He was quick to inform Joseph that the blanket was purple and not pink. However, Joseph with a disgusted look on his face was just a quick to tell Big Daddy "Dad, I REALLY think you need to learn your colours because this blanket is PINK!" while snuggling down under and absorbing its very being. Big Daddy...defeated by an almost seven year old.

I told Big Daddy that we really should preserve the quilt in good condition that way I can put it in his coffin with him. Oddly, he seemed very pleased with that idea. So in 70 years please don't ask me why Big Daddy has a pink blanket in there with him.