Friday, January 26, 2018
Boy 1: "Why does your shirt say 'pink' when it's gray?"
Boy 2: "I see those shirts all the time, and they're never pink."
The girl, not sure what the big deal was, gave some sort of explanation. I figured I needed to jump in.
Me: "'Pink' is the brand name."
Boy 1: "Well, that's a stupid brand name." He flailed about, trying to come up with a good analogy. "It's like your name being..." He failed to come up with anything that made sense.
Me: "Brand names are brand names. A color is a perfectly valid name for something."
Boy 1: "No. It's like her name being... It's like this," and he indicated his orange, "was called 'a yellow'."
I pointed out that was a terrible analogy as the color was named after the fruit.
Boy 1: "Well, it's still stupid."
I don't disagree. (I have a bad habit of taking the opposite view when someone starts saying something that is not necessarily wrong is wrong. Even when I agree.) For a long time I couldn't figure out the "Pink" shirts. But as the shirts are innocuous, I stopped dedicating much thought to them.
I shrugged and walked away. Later, the boy called me over.
"Can I eat my yellow?" He indicated his orange.
Since eating in class is discouraged, I said no.
The boy continued to refer to his orange as his "yellow". Even the next day.
If that's the hill he wants to die on...