I have been trying to choose a paint color for our primary bedroom. I showed Eitan some paint chips in the car the other day to see if he could help. My theory was that under-thinking things may be better than over-thinking them. Apparently, that is not the case:
Me: “What color do you like for our bedroom, Eitan?”
Eitan: “I like all of them, mama”
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“And it doesn’t matter to me if you choose the wrong color!”