Can you please pass me the blonde?

This weekend one of my mom's closest and oldest (in their friensdship, not actual age) came to England, and before heading up north decided to spend the weekend with me. I havent seen my 'Aunty Sue' for almost a year now, so it was really nice catching up again. Because their friendship has lasted alot longer than the time that I have been on this earth, it would make sense that I would have been friends with Sue's 2 daughters, Lisa and Aimee (french spelling).

During one of our conversations about our childhood friendships, I remembered something that feels like a movie scene from my life. Myself and Lisa and Aimee (the younger one) were colouring in pictures, trying our hardest not to go out the lines, as that would just spoil the picture, no matter how dull or out of place the colours may have seemed, keeping inside the lines was all that mattered. So there we are lying on the floor colouring in the pictures, when Aimee says to me 'please pass me the blonde', without hesitation I picked up the yellow crayon, knowing exactly what she meant and passed it to her. (at least that is what my gold fish resembling memory allows me ot remember)

If I were asked that same question today I would certainly have a differnet response, cause if I did in fact have a 'blonde' there is no way I would be passing her to anyone, and if I didnt have a blonde and someone asked me to pass them the blonde, I would have absolutely no idea what they were talking about.