fear of color

Tonight, Nikki set up Sage's new floorpads. These are interlocking square tiles with removable upper and lower case letters of the alphabet in happy happy colors. Sage freaked out and refused to set foot (or hand) on the mat. When I sat her down on it, she immediately clambered up my shoulder, crying. When Nikki covered the pads with one of our huge comforters, Sage happily went back to crawling along. I suppose it's the introduction of something so huge and colorful, so overwhelming. Or she has our aesthetic taste (and will be doomed to wear black, neutrals and earth tones for the rest of her life) and may have chromophobia.