The Great Banana Crisis of 2012

So we had an incident at Harris Teeter today. Sophie wanted a banana. Simple enough, right? I gave her a banana from the bunch. WRONG BANANA, apparently. She wanted a different banana. An identical banana. From the same bunch. Obviously.

The Great Banana Crisis of 2012

The meltdown was spectacular. Full-body tantrum in aisle 7, complete with the back arch and the “I’m dying” scream that only toddlers can master. Other shoppers were giving me those looks - you know the ones. Half sympathy, half “control your child.”

We made it home eventually, after I let her pick her own banana (which looked exactly like the first one, but whatever). She ate exactly two bites before deciding bananas are gross. Eighteen months old and she’s already mastering the art of making me question every parenting decision I’ve ever made. This is fine. We’re all fine.