Eva on the Phone - Why isn't this Pink?

After a lousy day at work (pooring rain outside, in need of a good hot chocolate, bored and cold onto my bones), there is nothing better than Eva who wants to talk with me on the phone.
She is back from her holiday. She saw Grandma. She has many pink things. What have I done during my holiday? I didn't have a holiday? Oh, doesn't matter, what did I do at home? Work? Yeah, and after work? Shopping. Great. What did I buy? A shirt. Is it pink? No, white. I should wear more pink. I should have bought a pink shirt. Oh, and do I know what Mum bought? These things; what are these things called again... Daddy, daddy, what are these things you can put on your shoulders called; these things Mum bought! Bras. Mum bought at least ten bras. Most of them white, but one in pink with little flowers. Yes, that is very cute. What else did I do after work? Which friends did I see? Henry, who is Henry? Did she already meet Henry? Ah, a boy. A big boy? A grown-up boy? Old? How old am I? Oh, and we should make apple pie. Eat it with whipped cream. At my new place, in my oven.
Eva is six years old and she knows exactly what she wants in life: lots of pink and sweet stuff. She is this little outstanding six-years young person who shares so much honesty, confidence and humor with me, and that is why she is so special to me. And upon seeing this post, she'd surely exclaim: "Why aren't you blogging in pink?!"