The credit for this one goes to my wonderfully imaginative charges for the summer. Only young kids would ask me a question that - weirdly - worked for a blog post:
"What would you do if a giant banana snuck into your room at night and woke you up and covered you in bananas."
To backtrack and explain, the kids discovered a few days ago that I loathe bananas. I hate the scent. I hate the texture. I hate the taste. It's so gross. It's like mucus in a peel.
Anyway, here is my answer to the question:
1. I would scream.
2. I would run to the bathroom and shower for at least an hour, until the banana scent was totally gone. I'd need to feel clean before I could proceed.
3. Move to the arctic, to a remote area where bananas are not imported, and live a blissful, banana-free life.
-Laura
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