Baby Toes

While sitting here at my in-laws home, I am remembering a funny conversation....

It was probably right after we got married, 6 years ago. We were settling into our first apartment and Paul's parents were settling into their new house in Kingston, Ontario. I was overhearing Paul's discussion with his mom and dad on speaker phone (mind you, mom is on one phone, dad on another, so it's like a 3-way call). It went something like this:

Dad V.: "Well, we are picking paint colors. I told mom no pink! We've had pink at the last 3 houses we lived in."

Mom V.: "Dale! I like pink"

Paul: "So what are you going to go with?"

Dad V.: "We found a tan color called Baby Toes"

Mom: "It's pretty!"

Paul: "Dad, have you ever seen Baby Toes?"

Dad V: " Yeah. It looks like a medium tan, very neutral. I think it will look great"

Mom V: "We are going to have the painter do the whole house!"

Paul: "Sounds good" (exasperated)

As I lay here with the boys sleeping, I am looking at the hallway. The walls are about as pink and lovely as, well, Baby Toes.