the great banana caper

Today is "Banana Lovers Day" and that reminds me of a situation I walked into some years ago.  It was at a period in our lives when my daughter had moved back home with her two kids and two cats after a sad divorce.  My recently retired husband was being 'Daddy Daycare' during this time while my daughter and I each went off to work. This was a new experience for him.  I had been the stay-at-home mom when our own children were young. He was a good and dutiful caregiver for the two grandchildren, ages 2 and 3 at that time, but he hadn't yet discovered that when young children are in another room and being very quiet, that's not a good thing.  I came home from work that afternoon and started to fix supper.  I reached for a bunch of bananas which I had bought the day before, to make some fruit salad.  But, the bananas weren't there.  I turned to my grandson (the 3-year-old ring leader) who had just come into the kitchen and asked him if he knew where the bananas were?  He lead me into his sister's bedroom and there, on the floor behind the bed, I found nine banana peels.  They had eaten the whole bunch.  Interestingly, they were never too fond of bananas after that.