“What’s ‘nice tits’ mean?” Gamma asks.
“Ehm,” her mother says, going outside in her bathrobe to move her car so I can leave for work.
“It means… honey, are you reading your mother’s banana? You’re not supposed to read other people’s bananas.”
“It says, Nice tits. What are tits?”
Oh the hell with it. “These are tits,” I say. I point at my chest.
“Hehe,” Gamma says.
This morning, Gamma’s banana says “nice eyes.” They’re not supposed to read their bananas until lunch, but they always get curious and read them before they even leave for school/work.
No words were substituted in the making of this post.
You give your kids banana messages? That’s the best thing ever.
aww, banana messages. my mom used to write messages on my napkin (just have to make sure you use the other side to avoid ending up with ink on your face).
I just hope you don’t ever put the wrong banana in the wrong bag :x
There is the invisible-ink effect with bananas too, you know? If you write the message with the tip of a fork tine, for example, without breaking the skin, just bruising it, it takes a few minutes for the message to appear as the peel browns. Of course, this is to no avail if you have to make lunches way early before everyone gets up etc.
I’m so gonna start doing that! I write napkin messages but that’s so done by every mom.
The only problem is, after about a week you run out of things to write…
you are such a wonderful father. i can’t wait for you to finish writing your children’s book (no pressure intended).
“You’re not supposed to read other people’s bananas.”
that line, in itself, is a masterpiece :)
and after i finished laughing enough to finish the post and read the comments, i realized that my children were very lucky that i don’t pack their lunches anymore . . .
i never would’ve thought of the fork tine thing, i would’ve used a big, fat poisonous sharpie and doodles ALL OVER their bananas. i probably would’ve killed them.
i miss my bananas!!!