Quite literally, it’s bananas.

Okay, enough of the punny stuff. It really does amaze me how quickly they go. Sometimes my siblings come over and I notice that they, too, seem to love bananas. Must be genetic.

Now, I may live an interesting life, but my breakfast routine is about as mundane as it gets. Each morning I have a simple bowl of oatmeal with a banana. If I feel like splurging, I *might* throw some blueberries on top (it’s rare).

More or less, this is how I’ve started my day for over 20 years. However, we live in quite a remote location. It’s great, but the nearest store is about an hour away. We tend to wait weeks between trips, and buy in bulk when we go.

So, a few days ago, I noticed there were only two bananas left. My wife is nursing a baby right now. I figure she needs these bananas more than I do. So I ate my oatmeal sans banana for the past few days.

The thing is, I woke up this morning and the bananas are still there.

I didn’t count on the fact that, knowing I was on a 20 year banana-and-oatmeal streak, my wife had the same thought I did. She saved the bananas for me.

In my mind, this is what marriage is all about – or at least it should be. It‘s not a one way road. It’s a partnership, and partners look out for each other.

She is better than I in this regard, but at least this time I got it right.

So…what are we going to do with these old bananas?

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