This morning, as part of my breakfast, I had a banana, at the perfect stage of ripeness. And, as is commonplace in our house, I offered some to The Boy. He seemed all too happy to share Mommy's food, but perhaps his body had other ideas because he backed away and started making horrible gagging noises. And in my squeamishness, I sat him down on the floor. Fortunately, nothing came of that...but he decided that he wanted the banana again! And the same thing happened!
At that point I decided to cut my losses and finish the banana myself. I guess The Boy doesn't like bananas anymore.