Don’t tell me you don’t sing the song every time you have to spell the damn word. Bananas. You do. B-A-N-A-N-A-S. And if you don’t, you’re legit missing out because it makes spelling fun. Or you’re too young for this reference and I kind of hate you. But if that’s the case, you need to set things straight and go listen to some good music. It will help you out a bit culturally.
As a mom, there are a lot of bananas in my life. The literal kind, like the bananas that I allow as a snack before bed (because there’s little else the boys and I can agree on at bed time). And the kind like Ms Stefani references. The crazy. I deal with a lot of the banana ish going on, and it’s an easier way to tell my boys it has gone too far. They like it. The mostly mock it, but one day they’ll get my point. Maybe.
This season, I think the banana is the new pineapple. If you’re not keeping up with things, the pineapple was the fruit of the year last year (at least as much as I could tell). Graphically printed on all the things. And Felix even had a pineapple birthday party this year for his 5th. I believe it’s run it’s course once a 5 year old has claimed it as a birthday party theme. Maybe that’s just me.
Onto Bananas!! Same color scheme, different shape. But just as cool.
Show me your bananas.
Wait, is that weird to say?
I want the necklace ASAP, please.
Also note that I just clicked through to the swimsuit page, and they basically say the same thing about the word bananas. Just a coincidence. I swear I wrote this before I read theirs, but clearly my thought isn’t that original. Sigh. Just kidding, I never thought it was. Peace.