Sprinkle Diversity

So my son's favorite restaurant is Sweet Tomatoes. Yep. You read that right. My 5-year-old kindergarten son loves the restaurant most known for its vegetables. Go figure.

After he eats his fiberlicious, colon cleansing goodness, we allow him to have a portion of ice cream with sprinkles.

Normally, they have sprinkles that go with the season. For Christmas, they have red and green. For valentines, they have red and white. I was half expecting for my son to come back with an array of atumnal sprinkles, but alas, all they had were brown. Which, I know, are part of the fall color line, but I was slightly dissapointed there was no orange or red as well.

The brown sprinkles must have lingered in the same container that had once housed a different gathering of sprinkles because on top of the brown mountain that sat before him was a lone yellow sprinkle.

My son was entranced with the oddity.
He was so excited that he quietly came up with a story about the "One Yellow Sprinkle." I will try to transcribe as accruately as possible.

One Yellow Sprinkle sitting all alone
A brown one says "Lets make fun of him!"
"He doesn't look like us, he is yellow!"
A little brown one says,
"No, it's not a good idea. He is all alone."
A different brown one says,
"It is a good idea! There is one yellow one and a hundred brown ones. We will win!"
The little brown one says,
"He may be yellow, but he is still a sprinkle, just like us."
"He is different!" said one of the big brown sprinkles.
The little brown one said,
"We are different too. I am small, you are big. We are different shapes and sizes, but we are all sprinkles."
The little brown sprinkle went to the yellow sprinkle.
"Hello sprinkle friend. Want to play?"


So much from one so little.