If ever you are in one of those situations where the world has to be saved and the only way to do it is to disconnect the red fuse wire after tying the yellow fuse wire, I strongly advise you against approaching the toddler son. He may be the leading authority on distinguishing between Squirrels and Crows. He can even do the difficult Crow vs Geese category, but he draws a sharp line at colors.
One morning, we were sitting there eating our breakfast when the son shouted that there were a few squirrels on the tree in the backyard. They are a source of great entertainment, and were indeed welcome. The daughter listened to her brother tell us the gripping story about two squirrels.(I shall regale it on the blog one day). Always a proud mother, I said, “Wow. What color are the squirrels?”
He looked up at me and said, “Blue.”
The daughter and I exchanged looks and burst out laughing. So, I went on with it. I picked up a gleaming yellow banana and asked him what color the banana was.
The son was hurt. Everyone knows that, he seemed to say and then said, “Green.”
“No son. That is yellow. Yellow banana.” I said patiently.
“What color is the spoon?” I asked pointing to the white plastic spoon he had in his hands.
Bananas may be tricky monsters, but white plastic spoons – pssshaaww! “Black!” he said.
“NO! That is white. Yellow banana, white spoon.” I said
“NO. NO. That is black spoons.” he said. (We are working on his grammar)
The daughter felt I was giving him difficult questions and pointed to the cereal box that had a blue lid and asked him what color it was. This,he felt, was where his strength lay and said confidently,“That is cereals.”
“Cereals yes. But what color?”
The little fellow said unabashedly, “Red!”
One would have thought that his abysmal track record would at least have given him cause for thought, but no. Confidence poured out and he said that the blue cereals box lid was red. If anyone had doubts, they could go and eat green bananas and chase blue squirrels.
I cornered the husband later and asked him whether our poor son was color blind. “Over reacting as usual.” said the husband playing chess on his computer, but I could tell I had sown the seed of doubt in his mind.
A few hours later, the husband came beaming and thumped me on the back, “He isn’t color blind. You simply gave him the wrong test. See this? I call it the Car Test of Colours.”
The Car Test of Colours – Pssshaw and Pssshaww again. I rolled my eyes for added effect.
He called out to the fellow and flashed a red car in front of him and asked him, “What color is this?”
The son said, “That is Red 95 Lightning Cars.”
“Well… he knows that car is red. He watches that Disney Pixar Cars movie everyday.” I said unimpressed.
“True. But watch this. “ says the husband with the air of someone who has yet to play the trump card, and pulls out a blue Lightning Mc Queen. “What color is this?”
“This is Blue 95 Lightning Cars.” says the son.
He breezes through a black and white police car test with correct results, and looks at me as though challenging me to put him through more difficult tests.
Right then. I just need to let the educational authorities know that they have to devise special Cars movie based color tests when he goes to School. Sigh.
Nourish-n-Cherish 
