We have bananas sitting on the counter. They are like a beacon BEGGING to be eaten which is good because that's pretty much the reason we bought them. But I have this routine set with Ian to call and ASK before diving into a food item as his after-school snack - it COULD be sitting there for another purpose. We also have limits on snacks as this child will gladly graze all day long and never sit for a proper meal.
Today he hoped to toss me for a loop. "What would banana milk taste like?" I already know where he's going with this. Clearly he's spotted the bananas and remembers the totally awesome thing I said the other night about a new way to peel a banana (by the way, thank you to the blogger who posted the link, sorry I forgot already who posted it). First I speculate that banana milk would probably taste a lot like a melted banana milkshake. Crap, I didn't sound surprised. Oh well, he moves on and asks how to open the banana. I explain the steps, clearly he has a banana in his hand as we're talking.
OMG!!!!! "THAT IS SO COOL!"
Then the mother in me kicks back in. "Make sure you drink all of your milk and eat all of the banana." I don't care that he's experimenting with his food just as long as he's not wasting it.
23 hours ago