The Great Banana Incident of 2012

So we had our first real public meltdown today. Sophie and I went to Harris Teeter for what should have been a quick grocery run. Everything was going perfectly until we hit the produce section and she spotted the bananas.

The Great Banana Incident of 2012

She wanted the banana. I gave her the banana. She didn’t want THAT banana. She wanted a different, identical banana. When I explained that all the bananas were exactly the same, she looked at me like I was the dumbest person on earth and proceeded to have what I can only describe as an existential crisis about fruit.

Twenty minutes later, we’re home and she’s still processing her feelings about the banana situation. The banana she initially rejected? She ate it. The banana she specifically wanted? Thrown on the kitchen floor in protest. Toddler logic, everyone. I’m learning that reasoning with an 18-month-old is like trying to negotiate with a very small, very emotional drunk person.

Marcus came home to find me sitting on the kitchen floor eating goldfish crackers straight from the bag while Sophie played with the grocery bags. He asked how my day was and I just pointed at the banana evidence scattered across our kitchen. He nodded knowingly and started making coffee. This is why I keep him.