Being green is big around our house—and not in the environmentally friendly kind of a way. Bjorn is obsessed. This is difficult for a family that bleeds Maize and Blue in such close proximity to Michigan State (because everything boils down to college rivalries). In any case, we’ve found ourselves in some pretty interesting situations that involve the color green. For instance, if you pour milk into a lovely blue cup, it is rejected outright. It is only worth Bjorn’s digestive track if it comes straight from the green cup. At the Chelsea Tree House (this lovely indoor park in Chelsea, Michigan), there are these rings that you can swing from in multiple colors. Bjorn will not swing. He will only hang. From the green hoop. Sometimes we let him pick out Dada’s work shirts…and let me tell you, Lars has been wearing a lot of green, lately.
Here is a picture of him in his favorite shirt: bright green with a frog wearing sunglasses.
Of course, green is a color of selective love. Does he like broccoli, zucchini or [insert name of any vegetable here]? No. Does he like green shampoo? Nah. Here he is in a few non-green moments: