Black is the color of my true love’s heart

Picked The Boy up from preschool yesterday, and all the kids had been busy with a craft project that involved arranging, then melting colorful plastic beads into kid-friendly shapes likes flowers, hearts, teddy bears, etc.

He hands me the piece below, and he says, “I made this for you, Daddy.”

Every other piece he’s made using this process, he’s included every color of the rainbow. So I say, “Well, that’s lovely. How come it’s all black?”

He beams at me. “I know that’s your favorite color!”