[Peanut made a paper bag robot with buttons all over it. Later, we heard this from the backseat of the car:]
P: Daddy, which color button should I push? There’s yellow, light yellow, and yellow-ish.
[When asked for other options, we heard there were “purple, gray, black, green, and other gray.” I asked what the difference was between the two grays.]
P: One is gray like clouds and one is like people gray. You know, not black, not white, but kind of Daddy-color. Or me-color. Is that gray?
Wait. I mean beige.
NaptimeWriting 
Ah, it’s sweet when kids remain color-blind. But if anyone ever dared call me gray, I’d knock ’em in the kisser.
And a robot out of a paper bag? How clever is Pea?
he’s gonna be a makeup/hair stylist. if he starts putting numbers on the colors, it’s a wash. (get it?, wash… lol).
Love this. Love.
Love that he is color blind! However, I agree with Kitch. If someone said I was looking a little gray, I would start to get concerned that maybe, I was, in fact DEAD, instead of just feeling like it….