The Story Of Darcy

It's funny how, as adults, we always seem to try to find common ground with other people through our favourites. We do it in friending memes online, we do it in random surveys online, I've found 30-day posting challenges that are purely all about favourites - I've even bookmarked it for future posting ideas.

It's not just an online phenomenom either, we do it in the office when new people start and I've had people start a conversation with me because of a t-shirt I'm wearing or a particular toy I pick up.

What's your favourite book? Your favourite movie? Your favourite TV show? Your favourite food? Your favourite drink? Your favourite animal? Your favourite singer, band or song? Your favourite pasttime? Your favourite colour?

I get that it's an easy starting point; do I have anything in common with this person, some starting point to initiate contact and conversation.

I don't remember doing it as a child, although I do remember my teens were awful because I had nothing in common with the kids I went to school with.

I'm noticing recently that Frankie is starting to develop favourites - clothing she has an affinity for, preferred toys and games to play, books to read, songs to sing and she's got a firm favourite colour. She absolutely adores anything that's light blue. She always wants to wear light blue clothes, she draws with light blue, she's got a light blue teddy bear that goes everywhere. I think when she upgrades to a toddler bed in a few months, we're going to be decorating her bedroom light blue.

I don't know where she gets it from. Rob's favourite colours are black and red. Mine are green, yellow and silver. But whatever the cause, I am loving watching this little girl's personality develop and grow.