I don't know how this happened.
She doesn't like the end of the banana. You know, the pointy end with the little hard, well... point. She'll chew up to the last inch and then hand it to me.
When did I become the person that eats it?
How did this happen? She's not my child (perhaps it's acceptable when it is?)
Since when did it become easier to pop that banana end into my mouth than find a rubbish bin?
It was so subtle I didn't even see it coming. No warning, just one day I wake up eating her banana ends.
I never thought it would come to this. MLF3, you have me wrapped around your little ... banana end.
And, in other news: If anyone is wondering what to give an 8 year old for their birthday, I have the answer.
No need to spend money on expensive gadgets, games or clothes.
Instead: just give them a tea-light candle. They will unwrap their expensive gifts (and be very happy with them by the way) and then make wax tips for their fingers from the candles on the table. This game entertains for hours. The presents are forgotten; white fingers are the new black.
Happy Birthday MLF2!