Sarah, who’s 2, knows one color. Pink. It’s her favorite. She doesn’t know what the other colors are called, she just knows that they aren’t pink. And since it’s is the only color she knows, she also uses the word to mean “color.” To inquire what color something is, she says, “What dat pinky?”
Her reddish sippy cup has a name: Pinky. “Where my Pinky?” she asks first thing in the morning, last thing at night.
I got her some new clothes yesterday. A couple shorts sets, and a couple cotton sun dresses, one pink and one blue. This morning I laid them all out and asked her what she’d like to wear. Without hesitation, she pointed to the pink dress. “Dat pinky!”