Our five-and-a-half year old grandson is sorting his coloured textas into groups.
He picks up the bundle with every shade of blue. He can just about get both hands around it.
“Look at all these blues”, he says.
“My goodness, that’s an awful lot of blues”, I say. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen that many blues before”.
He heaves a sigh and says, “Sometimes you can have too many blues in your life.”