This afternoon Brown Bear wanted nothing to do with us. My aide and I were in the midst of a power struggle with him and he was refusing to comply with anything we said. (I should point out that it was the sort of power struggle that ends with us wanting to go straight home and change clothes.)
He lay on his back and shouted "no!" whenever we asked him to go home. Then my brilliant aide bent over and whispered "purple sheep". Brown Bear started giggling immediately. "purple dog" she went on, and he practically balled up with laughter. We continued this banter all the way to kiss and ride with a suddenly very happy boy.
I love that he knows Brown Bear, Brown Bear well enough that merely changing the colors of the animals sends him into a fit of giggles. I love that he finds a purple sheep hysterical because he knows it really should be a purple cat.
I also love my quick thinking aide who knew what she knew about him to turn a frustrating situation into a happy one.