Not just because I really don’t care for them – they are squishy and odd-tasting on their own, though not bad in smoothies – but now because of the little one. If you read my last post about bananas, you would see how much he LOVES them – seeing them, that is.
However, apparently bananas are not for eating. No, for what fun would that be, to actually put
them in your mouth. You have to inspect them, squish them between your fingers, and then shred them apart with your fat little fingers. Then you take your little toddler feet and mash those little bits of squishy banana into the carpet. After dismembering the peel, all the fun is over, you may continue with your everyday activities.
So now, the evil banana has taken up residence in my carpet, waiting to resist my efforts to scrub it out. This is why I need a maid, and a few less bananas. That ought to teach me to actually BUY bananas at the store when he asks for them – never again, for sure!
Ah, I am all to familiar with your predicimant.
I love your blog design. ANd you are right. It SUCKS to try to scrub bananas out of carpet. And banana barf in car seats? Ughhh. Nasty!
That is why my toddler only gets them cut up. He would do some of the same things your son did plus he would take such huge bites of them that he would gag and throw up everything he just ate.