We Understand The Ap-peel, But…
When I was around eight years old, my mom, my aunt, and I were driving down the road. We stopped at a traffic light with a strip club on the corner, and my aunt laughed as she read the sign out front.
Sign: “Banana Eating Contest Tonight!”
Me: “I want to go because I bet I would win! I love bananas!”
They started to laugh hysterically.
Me: “It’s true! I love bananas! I could eat ten in one go!”
Mom: “[My Name]! Stop talking about how much you love bananas!”
Aunt: *Laughing* “No! Let her say how much she loves them!”
Me: *Confused* “Why, Mommy? Bananas are good for you! But you have to peel the skin off because those parts don’t taste good.”
They both screamed at me to stop between laughing fits, and I never understood why until it was brought up when I was a teenager.
