oh, THAT one

The five-year-old has been playing happily in the corner, chattering away under his breath. He breaks off and starts looking under things: the table, the stepstool, cushions, a shoe. 

Finally, he comes over to me. "Have you seen Teal?" the Brawn asks. 

I don't remember which toy Teal is, if I ever knew. I have an image of a light blue monkey, or maybe it's a bear? Is that Teal? Cerulean would be a more appropriate name for it, I think. Either way, I think that toy, whatever it is, belongs to his brother. 

"I'm sorry, pal—which one's Teal?" 

The Brawn looks at me strangely and says slowly, "it's a color of dot paint? Sort of blue and sort of green?" 

Oh. Yeah. That. 

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[Julie]

Awesome!