“Maman I want a banana!
- It’s not ripe yet, Eloïse.
- I want a banana!
- It’s not ready yet, we have to wait.
- Ok, I’ll wait.”
* Suspicious silence*
I turn around, and there she is, staring at the bananas with a stunned mullet look on her face.
In hindsight I should have let her stand there so I could get some work done.
At least till the bananas turn yellow.
