If Erin Ruled the World

This is a true story:

Erin and I were out running errands together this morning while Laur was at work. Laur had the Tercel, so we were riding around in the Santa Fe, which strangely enough, is where all of our weirdest conversations seem to take place.

"Dadoo, have you ever seen a purple house?" she asked me.

"Well, they're certainly not common, but I believe I've seen one... yes, I have. How about yellow, Erin? Have you ever seen a yellow house?"

"No, Dadoo. There are no yellow houses."

"Are you sure?" I asked, a little amused.

"Yes Dadoo. There are only red houses and green houses."

"What are you talking about... there are other colors besides red and green. You've seen brown houses, haven't you Erin?"

"No Dadoo. There are no brown houses."

"Well, what about white houses?"

"Nope. There are no white houses either."

"Ummm... Erin, Long Grandma & Grandpa and Short Grandma & Grandpa live in white houses, don't they?"

"Oh yeah. I forgot." A short pause while Erin collects her thoughts. "But Dadoo, white houses aren't very pretty. There shouldn't be any white houses. Long Grandma & Long Grandpa and Short Grandma & Short Grandpa should paint their houses so they are not white anymore. They should paint them a color. Then they will be pretty."

"What color should they paint them, then, Erin?"

"Red. Red houses are pretty, Dadoo. They need to paint their houses red. If their houses were red, then they would be pretty."

Goodness gracious. Be thankful this kid isn't in charge.