|They taste way better than they look.|
My uncle and aunt, Neil and Rose, drove into the snowy yard this afternoon and visited at the kitchen table for a couple hours. We drank coffee and nibbled on chocolate chip cookies.
Tonight Emil and I were at the table finishing up a supper of spaghetti, sauce and garlic toast (and fried liver for him and Scott; don’t look at me; I had nothing to do with it).
Emil: “Uncle Neil said ‘Guess I better have a banana.’ "
Me: “And so he had one.”
Emil: “Yeah. And did you know that monkeys like to eat bananas?”