Growing up (as far as I can remember) it wasn’t that way.
I blame my pink phase on my male-dominated household. I’m the only woman in a house of men.
Generally survival is simple. Maintain a well-stocked pantry and life is good.
But sometimes the play fighting, the real fighting, the farting, the smelly bathroom and the constant cries of ‘I’m hungry’ wear me down and I crave a bit of female influence.
Hence the pink. I’ve had nine years to ponder the best way to parent boys and I think I’ve finally worked it out.