For the first few months of Baby's adventures in solid foods, he refused bananas consistently until my husband and I finally decided that Baby, unlike most babies, did not like bananas. In the last few weeks, as if to make up for lost time, when Baby sees a banana in the fruit basket, he points at it with an unparalleled adamancy.
Two nights ago, I came home to see my husband feeding Baby dinner. Baby had not wanted soup. He had not been interested in turkey, sweet potatoes, peas, or carrots. He had, instead, chosen a banana for dinner. When I sat down to join Baby and my husband, Baby had already eaten an entire banana.
But there was still one banana left in the fruit basket. He pointed. I peeled. And that was dinner. Two bananas.