Telephone Call. 12-10-13

"MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA!"
"I'm sorry, Dr. H.<physician who I have never met before, from whom I'm asking a favor>."
"MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA!"
"Boop, you ate all the banana. You cannot have anymore. Would you like a cracker?"
"MY CRACKER! MY CRACKER! MY CRACKER!" She takes the cracker and puts it back down. I try to resume my conversation.
"MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA!"
Grr! Boop is home with pink eye today, and I'm trying to work on a grant. Fortunately, Dr. H. also has a toddler.
I hung up the phone, turned to Boop and began shouting at her, "MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA! MY BANANA!" Boop clearly thought that was fan-tast-ic and started cracking up. Lordamercy.