My sister-in-law Brittany is obsessed with beige—even her son’s toys must match. When I gifted my nephew Evan a bright red ride-on car,
she tossed it, saying it didn’t fit her “neutral” home. Evan was heartbroken, so I planned “Operation Rainbow Riot” for Christmas.
I filled her beige house with colorful toys, lighting up Evan’s world. He declared it his best Christmas ever, and Brittany,
overwhelmed, didn’t dare toss a thing. That day, I realized: childhood should be joyful, not color-coordinated.
