It was an unsavory discovery on a Monday morning as everyone flew around in the house getting ready for school. The fearless Austin is not one to usually “squeal” out in terror so when I heard his frantic outburst I quickly looked to see what the commotion was about. Indeed, there in the pits of his book bag was a very rotten banana, all smashed and gooey and stuck hard to everything else that was in the bag including a hardback book from English class, all his binders and contents thereof, and even the folder with his collection of materials for his senior project, all moist and brown and just a mess from the banana gone bad. Horrors!
There was no time to really properly deal with it all as he needed to get out of the door and on his way. Quickly, an alternate book bag was brought forth and a few essentials for the day were pitched in along with a new lunch bag, minus a new banana and off he went. I cautiously peeled away the remnants of the culprit banana and pitched it into the trash and then began the unwelcome and tedious process of retrieving the remaining ruins from the bag, just to be able to make a broad assessment of the damages – it was bad! I found that even I could not stomach it all on this early Monday morning, especially given that Austin and I had just returned quite late the night before from a swift trip to the mountains, arriving home at 11pm the night before. I needed time to re-group, so I tenuously laid out the damaged items here and there and made the very smart decision to go back to bed for a bit.
Later, the rotten ruins had to be dealt with and full insult to the school papers determined. Again, it was bad. It all brought back memories of a time when Kass was required to clean out her locker at school at the end of her 7th grade year and discovered a very rotten, stinky and even partially petrified banana in the bowels of her locker. It was absolutely gross! She was amused!
When Austin returned home from school we looked over the described tragedy and formulated a recovery plan for the school work. The binders finally came clean with a heavy hand and lysol spray; most of the section dividers and page protectors had to be thrown out and all of the various papers, tests, quizzes, notes and senior project papers had to be copied on the printer to be presentable at all. Finally, restoration was accomplished and he was back on track, so to speak Whew, a close call, all in the name of eating bananas at school. Austin loves bananas and I buy a new bunch 2-3 times a week; a good thing actually. He declares they help combat cramps with all the running in soccer. Great! However, the new rule is – if he takes a banana to school and for whatever reason he doesn’t eat it – he is to throw it out or better yet, give it to someone else to eat!
What a yucky way to start the week. Who else has a gruesome food story to share?