So Syd comes home today and says, “I know the colours of the rainbow, daddy.”
“How adorable,” I think to myself and I answer, “That’s nice, honey, is pink your favorite?”
The response: “There’s no pink, daddy. It goes: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, and violet.”
Look it up. Not only are the colours correct, they’re in the right order. I believe I was in about grade 8 when I learned this, and I had the advantage of being able to read so the mnemonic ROY G. BIV helped me through that particular question on the exam. I still don’t know what colour “indigo” is (which didn’t stop me from getting into a heated argument with Syd about it.
In other news, in a slap-in-the-face to island living, I am know working on three different contracts as well as trying to study for an actuarial exam. This is the Caribbean; I should be sipping margaritas on a *#$^% hammock.
I’ll close with cheers to the Fitusis and Oulettes of the world. And a toast to the Pozernicks. And what the hell, here’s a shout-out to the Giesbrechts, too.