"See, now I don't like it." He shook the paper in the air and glanced at me. "See! I told you!" I stared at him. His eyes glanced, darted, zig zagged. "Look at me, Little man." His eyes made contact with mine and his lips quivered. I grinned. "Yea, but it took you one time to realize you didn't like it, it took me three," He layed the paper down in defeat. "Why is that?" I leaned slightly toward him and he leaned slightly away. "If someone hit you in the face you'd say 'i don't like that.' If someone hit me in the face...they'd have to hit me two more times and then I'd say, 'Ok, ok, I don't think I like that.'" Hold your breath and just jump off the edge. Play the game. What's the first thing that comes to your mind when I say: "Green." ? -Amanda