Yup...The Baby Picked Ours

 Last Sunday was Easter. It's a big holiday for us, not only for the meaning behind the day, but for yet another opportunity to be with family. We're not the most competitive family out there--we don't throw the Monopoly board across the room when we play, but there's a streak that sometimes comes out.

After Easter lunch, my mother-in-law had us do something fun...

A coloring contest. 

Each of the married couples (and those that weren't...) were given a picture to color. She supplied the pencils and crayons and off we went. The first thing my mind saw when I looked at our un-colored picture was a sniper hiding behind a bush. So, I drew that. I then drew an airplane strafing the ground, then a tank, then a burning building. The other contestants mocked and laughed.

I had fun.

That was the first part of the contest. Next, we lined up all our drawings on a bench and placed them before the grandbaby. Now that the little pooper is crawling--full-on crawling--the contest was to see which drawing the baby would choose. You'll notice a bright red entry. Unbeknownst to us, the parents of said baby knew the baby's favorite color is red (good taste...). We only found out this important fact after all of us were almost finished.

Some say they cheated. I say they were crafty and smart.

We lined up the pictures and let the baby go.

He didn't pick any of them. Instead he crawled to his mother, then to his aunt.

We all had a good time with it anyway, even if the contest had not worked as intended. We went back to enjoying the afternoon. But, others were determined to finish the contest. They tried again--baby-in-front-of-pictures-to-see-which-one-he'll-choose, and YES!

He chose the one depicting destruction. Some say he likes that kind of thing...maybe it's because I used red for the flames.

We may never know.

But, what I do know is he picked ours.