The Banana

She’s one quirky girl, and makes me laugh almost every single day.

It takes a special kid to look over at her parents who are having a wee bit of a tiff about the correct procedure to fold up the sun umbrella on the deck and sing so sweetly and nicely to them, “Be kind, be kind.  It’s only an umbrella!”

And then the next day, Dr. Peds and I were discussing what trees to plant in the front yard.  We lost many trees in the great catastrophic thunderstorm of last summer.  Particularly mourned for were our baby trees which were just starting to look like terrific trees when they were  thunderously smashed by the gigantic pine trees that fell on them.  We are in the process of planing several new trees, and it was my desire to have an oak tree on the front corner where the trio of large pine trees once ascended into the sky.  Dr. Peds was reluctant because oak trees are a bit more slow growing than maples (I really love maples as well, and we are planting several of those, but I also really adore the brilliant late turning oak leaves in the fall).  In particular, Dr. Peds detests stepping on things in the lawn, such as apples, crab apples, and acorns.  So he was pushing hard for not planting the oak tree.  Back and forth we went.

Finally The Banana piped up from the middle seat in the van, “Good grief!  What does it matter!  The tree grows slow.  You’ll practically be dead before the acorns become a problem.”

And guess what?  We planted the oak tree on the front corner!

(Mr. TOF is working hard on his father to get an apple tree planted as well.  No luck yet.)