Neopolitan

I’m happy to report, with quite a sense of relief I might add, that Jake is not color blind.

It’s been touch and go for almost two years.  His father is a graphic communication major who once aced a test where he had to put 98 colors in the correct order… yes, I know, a husband who can easily articulate the difference between cyan and turquoise?  Don’t be jealous.  And of course I’m a girl so somewhere along the way I was conditioned to learn the fine nuances of color.  But, from the age of one to two, when asked what color something was, Jacob only answered “Green!”  We were a tad bit worried.

Then, over the course of several months, when asked what flavor ice cream, cupcake, cookie he wanted, he switched from green to “Pink!”  He still either orders pink or chocolate.  Then one week, not so long ago, he added white and brown to his daily vocab.

“Mama, you’re brown.”  Given my pastiness, I was back to thinking maybe he was color blind.  Pink, brown and white.  I’d expect a little boy to point out blue, red and yellow as his first colors, but we’ll take it.

Finally, over the last few weeks, his color recognition has skyrocketed.  “Look Mama.  That fire engine is red like your shirt.  Mama, that pumpkin is orange.  I see a fire hydrant.  It’s white!”

We put him to the ultimate test earlier this week.  No, it’s not an official color blind test, it’s more of a candy blind test.  After dinner he gets to pick one piece of his Halloween candy.  Every night he chooses the little pack of M&M’s.  “OK, Jakey, now before you eat them, you have to put them in little piles by color.”

Without fail, he sorts them into brown, red, green, blue, orange and yellow.  If he grows-up and his clothes don’t match, at least we’ll know it’s just a lack of style.