Today at work I asked one of the kids what her favourite colour was and she said:
‘Pink and purple. They’re pretty. I used to liked yellow but I got fed up with it.’ She stares into the distance. Suddenly this five year old child in her flowery dress with matching ribbons in her hair has become a battle-hardened veteran. She’s seen some shit.
‘Too many things are yellow now’. If this were a movie she’d knock back the last of her whiskey and get up from the bar. I know in my heart of hearts this kid is sick of minions.
