When Neko was born, we weren't sure if she was going to be a girl or a boy. All the clothes we owned up until the point that we left for the hospital were gender neutral.
When we came home from the hospital, every person that walked through the door brought us an outfit that was pink. When I did laundry, I used to do what I called "The Pink Load." You know—lights, darks, pinks.
As she grew, her wardrobe expanded to a rainbow of colors, and I never looked back.
This year? She won't wear it if it's not pink.
Once again, I can run The Pink Load.
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Ah yes, the pink load. At our house I mix in reds, greens and purples too. Very little of Zoe’s clothes are found in any other load.