strawberry?
"Strawberry?" the blonde woman asked sweetly.
"No." was the pinkettes definite reply.
"Sakura, be nic-"
"I don't like strawberry, daddy." she cut her father off.
He looked down at the tiny girl, narrow viridian eyes stared hardly at the ice cream cone withheld from the lady's' hand.
"Oh, sweety, it matches your hair though!" the woman squealed at the adorable girl trying to be defiant. Sakura glared at the strange lady, grabbed her fathers' hand, and stormed away from the ice cream booth.
That was the day Sakura decided her favorite color was mint. It was her favorite flavor anyway.