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This morning the Miss took off running down the hall and disappeared into my bedroom. This didn't alarm me because really, there isn't anything she can destroy and she usually comes back out in a minute looking for something else to explore.

But this morning. She came tearing back out of my room yelling "Red! Red mama! Red! Please!?".

That babe had found my red nail polish sitting on the bedside table and came running to me with it clutched tightly in her little fist.

Clearly this unprompted identification of color meant that she, indeed, would have red please mama.