Banana
April 27th, 2008
At breakfast, I ask Elliot if he wants a banana. (I hate feeding him bananas, because of the smell and because of the petrified banana goo that I will end up having to chisel off every surface in the dining room, but this kid loves his bananas. I am helpless in the face of so much cuteness.) As soon as I say the word banana, his face lights up and he starts pointing frantically to the kitchen.
“Buh!”
“Da-na!”
“NananananaMAMA!”
“Buh-mama!”
“Da-na?”
“Num-nam-na-na. Mum mum.”
“MAH!”
He just keeps throwing syllables at it until he gets what he wants.
Which come to think of it, is not all that different from the way I ask Matt to do projects around the house. At least, I'm guessing that's how Matt would describe it.
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