The Scene: Mama Spatula goes to get in the car and all of the sudden springs back up and adjusts something in her pocket.
Me: "What is that?"
MS: "It's a banana!" **pulls banana out of pocket**
Me: "You have a banana in your pocket?"
MS: "Yeah" **said in the same way one would say "Well, DUH!"
MS: "In case I start to have low energy...then I can refuel on the go!"
So, apparently Mama Spatula has taken to carrying bananas around in her pocket. Not a power bar, or a piece of candy, or something that isn't squishy AND smelly -- bananas.
Are we starting to understand how I turned out this way?