During Sunday’s grocery shopping trip, Miles was given a bit of leeway to select items that he wanted, which meant that when I said, “Go pick out some bananas,” I ended up with this:
Yes, instead of purchasing a half-dozen or so respectably sized bananas, we have about twenty “baby bananas” to eat this week. And, in true Miles fashion, once we got home he decided he, in fact, did not want them.
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 