the great banana heist

When my daughter was divorced she moved back home and brought along her two children and two cats.  Eventually she happily remarried and she and the kids moved into their new home.  The cats stayed with us - but that's another story. During most of the time that they were all living with us, my daughter and I were working so my recently retired husband became the daycare provider for the three year old and the eighteen month old.  He was a loving grandpa but it took him a while to learn the truth that every stay at home mom learns quickly.  When children are very quiet, and out of sight that's probably not a good thing.  On the particular evening I'm remembering, I arrived home, hugged the kids who seemed to be fine and went to the kitchen to start supper.  During the prep time I reached for the bunch of bananas (8 or 10) because I planned to use a couple in fruit salad.  No bananas!  I turned to the three year old, my grandson, and said, half jokingly, "Do you know where the bananas are?"  He led me to the bedroom that his mom and baby sister shared, and showed me, in the foot wide space between my daughter's bed and the wall, a pile of banana skins.  They had eaten every one.  Years later my grandson told me that he really doesn't care for bananas.  He didn't know why but I'm guessing the banana binge had something to do with it.