I don’t eat the banana strings. I’m not a psycho. I think they’re icky. Some people have argued with me in the past, insisting that they are just more of the banana, but we will have to agree to disagree. I believe they are part of the peel, which, despite what Kevin Spacey showed us in K-PAX years ago, is not meant for eating.
I digress.
The babies feel the same as I do. Today, they each had a banana. As they ate in their high chairs, I puttered around the kitchen a bit. I heard the unmistakable baby voice call “Help please!” Upon looking up, I see my smiliest child positively beaming in my direction, as they do, holding a banana string up in the air.
“Mommy. Help please. Gross. 😃”
Then there goes the other babe in the next highchair over.
“Mom. Booga. Booga. Booga.”
But it wasn’t a booger. Just banana on the end of that soft little nosey. 😅
How I love my job. “Job.”
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