Picking Colors

Mom writes:

Coming down Lomas headed home and she said "That's a pretty color."
I assumed this refers to the car in front of me.  
"What is a pretty color?"
"That car."
"Yes it is.  What color is that?"  (It was grey.)
"Brown.  No, tan." 
"Are you sure?"
She studied it till the next light then asked, "Is it kinda grey?"
"Yes, it's a pretty grey."
"But next time we'll get a red one, right?"

I love how she interjects the thought of purchasing a new car into the conversation.  It is not quite a non-sequiter.


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