Ever since I was a wee little lass I've been enamored with color. It's true, most young children first learn sensory play with primary colors and finger paints, and when Easter rolls around they enjoy dipping eggs in colored dyes to create wondrous new colors. But I outlived this phase far beyond Pre-K and Elementary. When birthdays would roll around I'd demand money for the local craft store, where I could buy the latest paints and markers, and even endured a (now quite embarrassing) tie-dye phase at age 12. For quite some time, in fact, my entire room was a riot of color, tie-dyed bedding and drapes, and a crayon box full of colorful animals on my bed. Then there were the home made lava lamps for the state science fair, and the beginning of what has become a lifetime of unnatural hair colors.
With a stern hand on her hip and pursed lips, it was obvious I was about to get a scolding. Instead, a smirk began to part her mouth, and she calmly replied, "Somewhere over the rainbow, that's where!" As visions of munchkins and the classic song began running through my mind, it was hard to stay mad, myself. I quickly began to giggle. To this day, when I see waffles I think of Momma, munchkins, flying monkeys, and rainbows.
What Daughter Says: I don't know if they eat waffles in Oz, but they're welcome at my table any time!