That week, after the girls teased me in school, I wrote in
my diary every day. Then I cried into my pink hankie. On Saturday Mommy, Daddy,
Peter and I went to get ice cream to cheer me up. “Pinkalicious, what would you
like?” asked Mr. Swizzle. “Magenta Mint Mango, or perhaps you would enjoy Pink
Passion Fruit Paradise? Today’s special flavor is Pleasing Pomegranate Punch.”
“No thanks. I’ll just have . . . um . . . vanilla.” I
sighed, looking around to see who might see me from my school.
“How about you, Peter? Would you like your usual, Plum Pink
Perfection?”
“Yes! Yes, thank you!” said Peter.
“You’re such a baby, Peter. Pink ice cream is for sissies!”
I said.
“Pinkalicious, aren’t you going to eat your ice cream?”
asked Mommy.
“Well, I’m actually not that hungry.” The ice cream tasted
bland to me. I couldn’t possibly eat it. – from the picture book Purplicious by Victoria and Elizabeth
Kann
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