Going bananas

 In the children's sermon at church today the pastor used a speckled brown banana to teach that you shouldn't judge bananas or people by how they look on the outside.  She peeled it and showed the kids that it was still good inside.  As she was summing up she mentioned that bananas are usually good and good for you, to which one little listener, who was obviously paying attention, responded "Not if you eat too many."  I'm not sure how today's littlt expert learned that lesson but his comment reminded me that my grandson learned the same lesson the hard way.  My grandson was three and his little sister was one. They and their mother were living with us temporarily after her divorce. My daughter and I were both working so my then husband, who was retired, became Daddy Day Care.  Early on during this arrangement, he labored under the assumption that if toddlers were off in another room being quiet, the were behaving themselves.  Ha ha ha ha ha.  One evening when I got home from work I was starting to put a fruit salad together for supper.  I reached for the large bunch of bananas that should have been on the kitchen counter.  I had just bought them the day before.  There should have been at least eight fhere.  When I asked where the bananas were, my husband didn't have a clue, but my little grandson took me by the hand and led me into his bedroom.  There, in the one foot space between the bed and the wall, was a large pile of banana peels. He and his little sister had had quite a feast.  Strangely enough, he didn't want bananas for a long time after that.  Happily, their papa learned to pay attention to what they were up to from then on.