We were in Lowe’s a little ways back, as my wife picked up some paint to redo our dining room, which she said was much too purple to go with the rest of the house’s more neutral coloring and a bit of a turnoff for any potential buyers when the time eventually comes to sell.
So, while she looked through various colors, I noticed our little guy was chattering away, pointing to the plethora of colors on the chip-wall, or whatever it would be called, in the paint department.
He loves colors. At the time he could only say yellow (pronounced ‘lellow’) but has since added ‘boo’ for blue to the mix. He absolutely loves to look at colors. So, it seemed like a great opportunity at hand.
I grabbed a handful of color chips, primary colors mostly, and as we moved through the aisles, him seated in the cart, we would run through the various colors in our hands. Sure, when it came to him saying them, every color was ‘lellow,’ but I know he recognizes the color. He points to the face on his Bert doll and says ‘lellow’ or to the bristles in his miniature broom and says ‘lellow.’
So, it certainly couldn’t hurt to run through a few, which we did. What I found was that while he may only be saying ”lellow,’ he recognizes so many more colors than I ever realized. I’d ask about red, he’d point to red, blue, his finger goes to the blue chip. And so on and so forth.
I had no idea a Lowe’s trip could be so educational, entertaining and colorful.
It’s interesting figuring out what kids can comprehend vs. what they can vocalize. Lowes can be a fun place to take kids: for both our girls we swiped a bunch of pairs of Disney color swatches (Mickey Mouse shaped naturally) and used them to both teach colors and as cards for a cheap memory game.
That’s an awesome use of the swatches and I admit, I had not even noticed the Mickey-shaped ones. I’m sort of surprised the little guy didn’t spot them, to be honest. He’s usually so attuned to spotting characters he recognizes. Having a kid to talk about things with has made the Lowes trips more interesting. I will completely admit that beforehand, Lowes trips sometimes felt like the grown-up equivalent of clothes-shopping with my mom.