Lucy has a banana every morning.
It is pretty much the first thing she does besides spit out her pacifier--and yes she is 2 1/2 and still has a pacifier, and yes, I'm fine with that, and yes we do call it p a c i f i e r-no pet names for this miracle worker.
So we've sort of run out of food--like fresh food--since we are on a budget, bla, bla, bla (that was for you crog) and haven't had our usual stock of bananas for the Luce. Well, above my bed I keep a big urn where all lose change ends up.
Cue to the other night: I was desperate for some crusty bread to go with the many half empty (yes, half empty) jars of bruschetta toppers I had in the fridge (this was the only thing to snack on and I wasn't about to down that stuff with a spoon). So I dug up some coinage out of the urn and headed to Trader Joe's. I spied the bananas on my way to the bread and thought of my sweet Lucy who has been choking down dry cheerios with her juice for the past week or so.
I had four dollars with me. I checked the price of the "artisan roasted garlic bread" and tore free three bananas at the perfect ripeness stage.
To myself I thought, how nice that now Lucy will have something delicious to eat for the next three days until Dr. Craig gets paid and we can grocery shop without digging in the urn.
Cue to the following morning: Lucy (now in a big girl bed and perfectly able to open the door) knocking on said door shouting, "Can I come out".
I opened the door, "Lucy, you can open the door."
Ignoring me she spies the bananas, "Can I have a banana?"
I peel one for her and slip back into the covers beside Dr. Craig-still sleeping (is he really sleeping?--I never can tell) No, he wasn't because he got up when we heard Lucy say, "It's in my hair". This could be anything.
In Lucy's hand was a fully peeled banana. Craig inquired as to where the peel was (in the DVD player, in Hazel's crib, or perhaps in Lucy's silver clutch). "In the trash."
Craig looked in and there were three banana peels. Little Lucy ate three bananas!!! I can barely down half of one.
Lucy now has three banana-less mornings to endure. Poor Lucy. She had gone so long without and overindulged.
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