I like to bust my mom's chops regaling this story any chance I get about that time she tried to over stuff me with bananas: When I was about 6 months old, my mom tried feeding me bananas at 2 in the morning. According to her, I went total happy feet all over bananas. I "just kept opening my mouth for more and more" she'll say. Well, after a few bushels, I in fact proved I did not love bananas and was most definitely, seemingly having a reaction to the several bunches I had just consumed. My mom lived back with her parents when I was first born because my dad was Chief Engineer on a ship traveling most of the year. She was a new mom and didn't want to stay at our house alone. So in this instance, she jumps up, runs to her parents room, shrieking to wake them. Upon hearing the news, Nana effortlessly pulled an OJ Simpson football jump and in one swift motion was up and running for the car; Poppy, always great under pressure, grabs me, someho
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