My three year old daughter Amy’s favorite color is pink. It’s a good job in some respects; she’d feel very left out if it wasn’t. The mere act of buying clothes for a pre-school girl can sometimes feel like a surreal re-interpretation of the Monty Python spam sketch – you have a choice of pink, pink, or more pink.
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