A few years ago, we were driving to the beach with the grands happily babbling in the back seat. Little Man, who was just beginning to talk, kept saying something that sounded like, "Ah, boo! Ah, boo!"
We finally figured out that he was expressing that his favorite color was blue. (He may have upgraded to red now, but I digress . . . )
It was no surprise, then, that every time we took him to the local ice cream shop, he selected a frozen treat in a bright blue hue. He delighted in the blue tongue and blue teeth that resulted.
On a Saturday visit last year, we followed up ice cream with a visit to the aquarium store, where I got a photo op that was as blue as blue could be.