I fear the banana. Seriously. The banana terrifies me. Because when the Pie points and says, “Banana! Banana!” you never know what you’re going to get. The first step is to hand her the entire unpeeled banana. Whatever you do, do not peel the banana without first obtaining explicit permission. I’m not even going to go to that place you go to when you do an unsolicited peeling.
The absolute best case scenario is that she takes the banana, plays with it to within an inch of its life, and then hands you back a completely mushed up banana with the expectation that you will then peel it and eat it for her viewing pleasure.
The worst case scenario is that she asks you to start to peel it, but midway through the peel, she suddenly changes her mind, and howls angrily at both you and the banana.
In-between scenarios include asking you to begin peeling the banana, and then she carefully pulls the peels off one by one and three days later you find an unpeeled banana trapped in the sofa cushions.
People, please. Hide your bananas! I beg of you!
I have to start peeling the banana for my two-year-old, then fold the peels back up, and then he “peels” the banana himself, and hopefully eats it.