Bananas

Many times in the rush to get out the door in the morning to take JM to school, I hand BH a banana to eat in the car. He is such a picky eater, sometimes he eats, most times he doesn't, many times he hands me half of a banana. I am glad when he gets something in him that is as nutritionally packed as a banana.

Yesterday, we are on our way to JM's school. Suddenly this conversation happens.

BH: Momma!
ME: Yes?

BH: Where da banana?
ME: I don't know. (Translation in my head--when we get home, we'll need to get the upholstery cleaner out and wipe up banana.)

BH: Momma!
ME: Yes?
BH: Here id is!

I look into the rear view window and the picture above of BH is the picture I see in my rear view mirror.