The Golden Weasel is apparently flirting with her identity. Since shortly after birth, she—unlike her sisters—showed a marked predilection for the color pink and clothes of a frilly nature, to the point of trying to wear skirts outside in the middle of winter and looking horrified at the thought of blue jeans.
More recently, however, she's begun to brand more things acceptable, including the occasional dark color. But even so, today took me by surprise.
"See this?" she chirped, showing me the back of her hand, which was sporting brightly colored ink. "It's the Hello Kitty stamp...of death."