Pink
It rained for a long time and Pomi spent most of the morning looking outside.
“Would you like some cake?”
“Ok.”
“Pink cake?” Pomi looked at me unsure.
“Pink cake, a pink cup and a pink drink. Are you serious? Why does everything always have to be pink with you? Pinky!”
“I like pink? ”
“I don’t. Can I have another cup please?”
“Ok, ok. Here you go. Is blue ok?” 
“Yes, thank you.”
“How is the cake?”
“Very pink!”
“Don’t you like it?”
“Pink rubber. Did you make it?”
” No, it is store bought. But you like sweet so I thought a piece of cake would make you happy. I will make your favorite salad later. I just need to go to the supermarket first . We’re out of cilantro.”
I grabbed my shopping bag. Pomi looked at the bag, a bright pink tote with pink rabbits on it, then he looked at me and without saying another word he jumped up and off the table, climbed down the chair 
and ran out of the kitchen. 
He had hardly touched the cake.
“Where are you going?” I asked him but he did not answer and just mumbled to himself:
“Somebody save me from this pink lady!”
I finished the cake, put on my pink coat and left the house.
“Somebody save me from this pink lady!” 🙂
I can understand you, dear Pomi…..
you are a little boy an your jacket is pink, too!
perhaps Heike will crochet a blue one for you….
shall I give her a tip?
I don’t mind my shirt being pink, I am metrosexual 😉 but pink food!!! No, that was too much. You can tell Heike about the shirt, I would like a new one really 😉 !!!
Pomi, the metrosexual!! Love it. the photos/illustrations are wonderful!!!
How did you keep “running Pomi” upright?
Eva
P.S. I smiled all the way through this. 🙂
How did I keep ‘runing Pomi’ upright? You should see his face right now 😉 !
o dear:-) Pomi ist metrosexual 🙂 I did´nt know what metrosexual is…
but google told me 😉
🙂