Recently, I’ve had to resort to writing our names on some foods in the pantry and fridge the way I did when Carolynn and Leslie were young.
Bananas, for instance.
Last week I bought seven green bananas at the grocery — we like them green-tinged rather than brown. The next morning I saw that five of them were gone. Oh, I knew what had happened: Peter had eaten them one-by-one, but each time he pulled off another one, he forgot he’d already eaten one, or two, or three, or four.
He caught me printing my name on the remaining two. “What did I do?” he asked, wary.
“You ate five bananas since I went to the store yesterday. They are good for you, but I like them too, y’know,” I said. As expected he denied eating them.
“I couldn’t eat five bananas!” he argued.
“OK, maybe you put them on your desk,” I said, “or hid them.”
“If I did, I forget,” he said.
And we laughed.