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TJ, you have your daddy and I in stitches lately. We don’t know when or why it started, but whenever you get upset lately, you shout, “BANANA!” It’s hilarious.
The first few times you said it, we thought you were getting upset because you wanted to eat a banana, and we didn’t have any. Then we caught on.
“Banana” is your newest expletive.
You say it when you don’t want any of us singing. You say it when we tell you no. You say it when you want something.
That’s me: Christina Gleason. I’m a writer, editor, and disability advocate. I'm a multiply disabled autistic lady doing my best in this world built for abled people. I’m a geek for grammar, fantasy, and casual gaming. I hate vegetables. I cannot reliably speak, so I’ll happily conduct business over email or messaging instead.
