They've been coming from Clara's room lately, these murmurs and indignant shouts: "Everything I have is pink! I want to wear something else." So last Saturday, when all she wanted was a green sweater, we went shopping. Or we "rode" shopping. The four of us, on bikes, downtown.
We found some clothes.
And a green hoodie.
Clara's act of emancipation from pink didn't affect me in the slightest. My newest dress looks likes this: