Now a days I just chop up the banana, bruised bits and all, and scatter the pieces over my muesli, without a care in the world. Funny the things you think about as you wait for your first coffee to kick in, before you have put anything in your stomach.
Onya mum, I thought. I smiled to myself.
Onya mum, I thought. I smiled to myself.
Here's to all the mums who eat their little boy's bruised banana segments, so they don't have to eat them until they have grown into men.
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