The 'nana flawa

My daughter refuses to eat a banana unless she receives it in its peel, peeled about a third of the way down, with the top exposed, and placed in her hand just below the open peel. Then, as she eats it, I have to be present and available to peel it down a little further, so she can continue.
During breakfast one day earlier this week (I get to hang out with the twins every morning, and feeding them breakfast is one of my favourite things in the world to do) Morgan's banana broke off, and she started to cry, saying, "Daddy fix!"

Liam loves books full of animal pictures. "Zebra!"
Morgan literally says "cheese!" while posing in front of the playhouse.

It seemed like a dire emergency, so I grabbed a spool of twist tie from a kitchen drawer. which is an invention I love...because, rather than a specific length of twist ties, one has the option to un-spool and cut the twist tie material to whatever length needed for the project at hand with an in-line cutter.

What can I say? Little things like that make me happy.

Liam is very much caught up in his toy drawer inspection, and won't look up.Morgan's excited about presenting Daddy with a toy.

I cut off a long enough piece of twist tie, placed the separated section of the banana back 'in place', pulled the peel back up around the separated piece for support, and then wrapped it securely into place with the twist tie, and handed it back to Morgan.

She happily exclaimed, "Daddy FIX 'nana!" And, all was once again right with the world.

Minutes later, when Morgan was down to the last couple of bites, I took a pair of scissors, and, just for fun - cut the peel to make it look like a flower around the banana. It then became a 'nana flawa, and was, "Pretty tasty, Daddy! Tasty 'nana flawa!", until she finished devouring it.

Yes, I'm a big believer in the 'little things' these days.

The following day, while the twins were eating their supper, and Morgan was enjoying her banana in her traditional fashion, Morgan asked, "... 'nana flawa?"

I got the scissors out.
Sometimes, having your daughter think you're the cool guy in the room is as easy as a pair of scissors, a banana peel, and a little child-like creativity.

Actually, on most days, maybe I should be wondering when a chunk of frozen bathroom waste is going to fall from a 747 and crush me into the pavement as I walk down the street, just to even out my luck... but I don't. I just accept how lucky I am for what it is.

I mean, look at them. And they're mine.


Below: The 'nana flawa. Morgan has become a big fan of them.
Pretty soon, all the cool kids are gonna want one.