They hear

"You fight about money, 'bout me and my brother..." P!NK, "Family Portrait"

Mommy and Daddy yelled at each other in the car yesterday. They were smiling and talking before we left our house, but by the time we got to the costume store, their voices had turned into angry whispers, and then they got louder and louder. Mommy even said a bad word. I didn't understand that or why they were screaming. They always tell Jana and me not to fight; they put us in time-out if we do. What's happening to them? What will happen to us? I'm scared.

Paint

Today's 100 words:

When I was young, probably around six, my parents painted my bedroom walls. I remember begging them to use purple paint, as I couldn't imagine anything better than sleeping in a big purple cave. I wanted a dark, strong purple--none of those lavenders for me. I even lobbied that since the high school's colors were purple and white, painting my room purple would show school support. My parents just shook their heads, and when they opened the paint cans they'd brought from the store, I saw pink, and all my thoughts of purple dreams evaporated. I was in love.

Now that I'm older, pink just isn't one of my favorites. It's my daughter's, though, and our house is jam-packed with toys and clothes in various shades of pink. But no pink walls, though--at least not yet!