Bananas and Pie

When I was little I liked to make up nick names for everyone.

I called my grandparents Grooma and Groompa.

I called my best friend Biz Bleach.

I called my mom Salami (yes, she was and is very patient and accommodating to my creativity).

My boys have also picked up some strange words over the last few months.  It started with Jack, as most things do, and spread to Henry, and then Eleanor just repeats whatever they say.

I think it is part nervous tick, part performer/entertainer/need to be the center of attention.

Jack's one word that will define summer 2013: Pie.

He says it all the time.  The phrase is usually, "I like pie."    Whenever we meet someone new (which we have done ALOT of), he says it.  Whenever there is a break in the conversation, he says it.  Did I mention he says it all the time?

Upon seeing the effect Jack's antics had on those we met, Henry was not about to be outdone. Knowing he couldn't copy exactly, that would be too obvious, he came up with "Bananas."  It is often just that one word- sometimes repeated.

Eleanor then feels the need to explain her brother's behavior and proceeds to offer some kind of commentary on the situation.

So, if you meet us, the conversation may go like this:

Me: It is nice to meet you!  These are my children Jack;

Jack: I like pie (accompanied by a little hop, and an awkward wave, eyes averted).

Me: My son Henry-

Henry: Bananas (accompanied by a huge Henry grin).

Me: and Eleanor.

Eleanor: Those boys just say that all the time (a little giggle and a slight shake of the head- like they are incorrigible and she is not sure quite what to do with them. Then, with a thumb up and gesturing at each brother in turn she continues:) Jack likes pie, and Henry likes be-nanas (peals of laughter and more head shaking).

I think I will make some banana pie...