Eaty gourmet

I'm sure we all remember the great stuff we used to make ... or make our parents make, as a kid. Peanut butter and banana sandwich, grilled cheese with a pickle in it, some potato chips on top of our bologna sandwich.

That last part was important. It was the only way I could choke down the bologna sandwich on wonder bread that went with me to school for lunch on occasion. (Sorry, mom.)

Well, Colleen has been experimenting for herself lately, and using most of the same materials I'm sure we all used. Except that the other day, she took it one step further.

This is Colleen's banana dog. It's a banana with peanut butter and grape jelly on a hot dog bun. She pretty much ate all of it. In fact, I'd say it might not be that bad.

Funny (sort of)

Colleen: Knock. Knock.
Me: Who's there?
Colleen: Banana.
Me: Banana who?
Colleen: Orange.

This is a blissfully shortened version of the "Orange you glad I didn't say banana?" joke that is a plague to so many adults. Elizabeth is trying to teach her the real version on the sly and as I type Robert is sitting next to me demonstrating the full impact of the joke. Groan.