Jun 2, 2018
“What color is this?” He asked, standing in the doorway, arms crossed. He’s already disliking it, she thought. “It’s called sassy lilac,” she said, bending down to return the brush to the drop tray. “I thought it would like nice in the nursery.” “Not if it’s a boy,” he said. “Then we’ll repaint when he’s older,” she answered. “I don’t know why you have to argue so much.” “Hmmph,” he said, and walked away. Gotta pick your battles.