I don’t like pink.
I think it is because I read somewhere when I was quite young, that a study was done that actually proved that looking at the color pink makes you weak. This naturally makes the “girls wear pink” mantra chafe my feminist skin.
Cakie, on the other hand, is quite enamoured of the color. It is one of two colors he can properly identify. (The other is blue — go figure.) I’m pretty sure the root of his pink fetish is his unwavering love of a certain pink animated character of unknown animal origin. That’s ok by me, since Uniqua is a very strong female character.
So, when A was lighting the candles on my birthday cake, Cakie was gesturing excitedly toward the kitchen and yelling, “More more pink! More more pink!” Because she had only put one pink candle on the cake. Here is one pink candle along with a pink ball that happened to be in the middle of our living room when I was trying to figure out how to take a picture of the candle with my sub-par camera.