SHOE BERRIES
“George knows his colors!” 5-year-old Susan exclaimed. George, her 2-year-old brother stood grinning in the doorway.
“Really? That’s wonderful, George,” Mother said.
“Debbie and I just taught him red and green and orange and yellow,” Susan said proudly. She ran back outside.
“So, George. What color is this?” asked Mother, pointing to a red rose in a vase on the table.
“Shoe!” George declared.
“Hmmm. What color is this?” Mother asked, pointing to the green tablecloth.
“Pants!”
“Susan! Debbie! Could you come in here a minute?” Mother called. The two girls came running. “Girls, how did you teach George colors?”
“We used Debbie’s clothes, ’cause she’s wearing lots of colors today, ” Susan explained.
“Like this,” Debbie chimed in. She pointed to her shoe. “Shoe, George. Red.”
Mother looked at Debbie’s red shoes, green pants, orange shirt and yellow hat.
“George, what’s this?” she asked. pointing to one of Susan’s yellow sandals.
“It a red,” George said.
“What color is it?”
“Hat!”
“Oh, George! It’s a yellow shoe,” Susan said.
George shook his head. “Hat red,” he said firmly.
Debbie giggled. “George got it all backwards,” she said.
“Never mind,” said Mother. “It’s lunch time. Let’s eat. We can sort George out later.”
“What’s for lunch? asked Susan.
“Fish sticks, green salad and orange juice,” Mother answered.
“Don’t you mean ‘pants’ salad and ’shirt’ juice?” Debbie asked with a grin.
“Shoe berries!” added George, pointing to the bowl of ripe red strawberries.
“And shoe berries for desert,” Mother agreed with a laugh.
