Through the eyes of a child...

Jim flew late last night, so I put the kids in the stroller and headed out for a walk around the neighborhood after dinner to pass out fliers as a reminder for our social tomorrow evening. As we passed by a house with new railings (they are the pressure treated natural wood color), Jemma says, "Those are ugly. They need to be painted." I smile and ask if they should be painted white to match the trim of the house. To which she replies, "Oh no, Mommy. They need to be painted pink with sparkles." How could I have been so boring to think of white?!?