The Banana Drama

Kids.

They’re funny little creatures aren’t they?

You never know the thing that is going to set them off. Well, sometimes you do. But, sometimes, even the most experienced parent couldn’t predict what just might send your happy go lucky child into a screaming and hysterical fit.

Case in point:

The Banana Drama

As most of you know, last week we drove 13 hours out for a long weekend in Granby, Colorado. Because it was such a long drive we had to get up early(for us) in the morning and on the road as fast as possible.

Jim and I got ourselves up first, ready, packed, and prepared before even waking up Miss A. She always does much better if she wakes up on her own, even if it’s because of the sounds of us in the kitchen or something, instead of us going into her room to wake her.

I digress.

I got her breakfast ready for her to take in the car with us. Since we were going to be on the road I simply put together a bowl of dry cereal, a gogurt, and a banana that I peeled and broke in half.

Once we were in the car, she ate her gogurt first and then a good portion of her dry cereal before deciding she was full. Which is all well and good, except we have a peeled banana sitting up in the front of the car starting to brown.

Well over an hour later, closer to two, she asks for a snack. She doesn’t want the dry cereal and opts for the banana instead.

My kind motherly heart passes her back the plate with the banana on it, only to be greeted with, “Why is the banana broken in half?!?!?!”

Scuse?

Apparently this was entirely unacceptable and therefore rendered the banana inedible. She hardly tasted it before deciding it was not palatable and she DID NOT want it anymore! She started to squeeze it all up and make a huge mess, so we abruptly snatched it from her and moved it up to the front of the car.

Neither Jim or I wanted the turning brown, 4 year old hand smushed banana, and apparently Miss Bananas Need To Be In One Piece didn’t want it either, so Jim looked at me and told me to toss it out the window onto the highway.

So that’s what I did.

 

Y’all. The hysterics that broke out in that Hyundai Santa Fe as we drove West down the highway was unable to be predicted.

The traumatic loss of her unwanted, broken in half, smashed banana was met with cries and wails and the gnashing of teeth to the sound of “TURN THE CAR AROUND!” “WE HAVE TO GO BACK!” “DADDDYYYY WE HAVE TO STOP AND GET MY BANANA!”

And the logic and thinking of the 4 year old mind, that a previously unwanted banana might now be appetizing after being lofted out of the window onto the road at 80 mph was so hilarious, Jim and I couldn’t stop laughing about it.

 

She calmed down eventually and surprisingly enough, hasn’t brought up the time I maliciously threw her banana out the window.

But knowing her, I’m sure someday soon she will.

(I just discovered these pictures of her posing in front of our house with a banana on my phone. They have nothing to do with this event, it was just too funny not to include)