"Those stripes don't even look yellow."

So, a few weeks ago Hubby & I went out to pick up the paint for Baby 2.0's room. He has been on vacation the last week and the plan was to redo 2.0's room and to lay new flooring in Beanie's room as well.

Quite awhile back, Hubby had gone out and picked up some paint samples. We talked about painting the wall bright yellow with lighter yellow stripes and touching up the white chair rail and trim in the room. So, we go out to pick up the paint and Hubby says "I thought the stripes were going to be white."

Um, what?!!?!? Like how many times had we discussed this?

So I reply, "I thought we were going to paint the wall this (pointing at color swatch) color and the stripes this (pointing again) color. Then the white was for the trim." Hubby says ok. He orders a 1/2 gallon of the bright yellow and the white paint and a quart of the lighter yellow. I ask if a quart is going to be enough for all the stripes. He says yes.

The last week or so I've been trying to keep Beanie out of his hair so he can paint and tape (and, boy the taping is time consuming!). The other evening after I put Beanie down for bed I open up the door to 2.0's room and see that Hubby is painting the stripes. I comment that they look good and then say that they don't even look yellow in the light. He says, "They're not. They're white."

Um, double what?!??!

I have to admit that I (sort of) like the white stripes, but am pretty bummed that there aren't going to be light yellow stripes. I'm worried the room will be too white with white trim and doors and stripes. And I'm sort of wondering how Hubby and I had two entirely different conversations about the painting of the room.

Eh, such is life.