Silence from behind the shower curtain.
"Bec, purple or blue?" I said with a hint of urgency.
"I'm the one on the right. I've been using whatever one is on the right."
"Right is not a color."
Purple is on the right. I am feeling more and more sure that I was purple when this whole thing started. I remember thinking, "Becca's color as a baby was purple. It's my turn to be purple."
Finally, poking her head out of the shower, she said, "I think I was the blue toothbrush. But now, I'm on the right. The right is purple. I think that means we've switched."
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This is why you buy dissimilar colors. George and I always buy a feminine color and a masculine color. That's right, I'm always "the purple." And by "the purple" I mean "the pink." But really, his is neon green so we're both still a little gay.
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