Thursday, March 15, 2012
He wants to eat them right after I buy them.
When they are still green.
I tell him - "No - not ready"
He shouts in protest.
I say "Fine - eat it - you'll see..."
He eats a bite,
spits it out on the table and walks away.
I purse my lips, and breathe.
I pick up the banana and begin cutting slices of it onto my cereal.
The next day...
He asks for a banana.
I say "OK" - and I give him one.
"What do you mean it's mushy? It's perfect! Eat it!"
He spits it out on the table and walks away.
I mumble something to myself about crazy children and perfect bananas,
and I eat the leftovers...
10 minutes later....
He enters the room and asks for a banana.
My eyes widen in disbelief.
I say "No way! No sir!
I just gave you a banana and you spit it out."
He pleads for a banana.
"Please mama! Please!"
I close my eyes, a silent prayer to the universe for patience.
I open my eyes.
I hand him a banana.
It has a small, brown spot.
He immediately rejects it.
I tell him "Give me the banana
and I will cut off the brown part"
He is skeptical but he hands it over.
I cut off the offending brown-ness.
I inspect the remainder of the banana thoroughly
for anymore brown spots.
I hand it back to him.
He looks it over, and walks off with it,
A few minutes later...
I go outside to check on him.
He is playing on the swingset.
I look down.
a completely untouched banana lying in the grass beside
Posted by Crystal at 6:01 AM