Pink Plates

Joel is speaking more clearly and has some new vocab:
Little did we realize he knew his colors until
breakfast when Daddy gave him a pink plate.

We had a typical-two-year-old-flip-out right at the table.  It went something like this:
No! No! Noooooooo! No pink! No pink plate! Pink girl. Pink girls. Not boy. Me green!

Now to mention he refuses to eat on the Hello Kitty pink gingham-patterned plate
and refuses anything Strawberry Shortcake.

Happy Sunday.