Bananas and Milk

When I was a little girl, mom would sometimes make this yummy treat for me.  I love bananas and milk.  I don't particularly love bananas, but there is something about having them sliced up, with sugar, and milk of course.  It still makes me feel all warm and good when I eat it. 

The other day we were doing the normal breakfast chaos.  Someone is always needing something, and either the milk, cereal, or both get spilled.  It is inevitable. I always think about doing a big breakfast, but rarely get it done.  Saturday's are our "Pancake Day" but that is about it.  Anyway, on the particular day, I left the kitchen for awhile.  BIG mistake.  Duh.  Of course it was a big mistake.  I knew it before I left the room. 

We have the boys sitting by the girls at the table, with Josh and I on the ends in the hopes of splitting up the boys fighting and perhaps even lending a hand with the girls.  Sometimes it even works.  So, I left.  Everyone was sitting down, breakfast was on the table, vitamins were served, milk was poured.  We were good. 

When I came back in, I thought we had made it.  The boys and Scarlett had put their dishes in the washer, the cereal was put away, and no children were in sight.  I commenced the clean up.  Put Ivy's dishes away, wiping the counter and table.  Putting the milk away.  As I grabbed the lid for the milk, I noticed there seemed to be some kind of weird substance on the rim.  Hmmm.  Never good.  So I investigated further.  Sniff.  Hmmm, bananas.  Look.  Hmmm looks like bananas floating in the milk.  Bet you didn't know that I was a scientist did you?  Anyway, by process of elimination, mainly, Ivy was the only child who ate bananas for breakfast, and the fact that the gallon of milk was strategically placed near her booster, I used my deductive reasoning and figured out that she had not eaten her breakfast as I had first thought, but instead had made her own version of bananas and milk. 

Great.  I really did think about just leaving it.  How awful could it be anyway?  Just for the record I did not leave it.  I strained the bananas out.  I also seriously considered making my own bananas and milk from her bananas, but figured that wasn't so great either; besides, I couldn't get the bananas out of the carton.  And crisis number 2 of the day had already begun.