Eli was home from college for a week. Even when he was quiet he made his presence felt by the traces he left here and there: a skateboard in the mudroom, canvas shoes near the door, and water glasses near the couch and his bed.
This morning I grabbed the last banana to caramelize for the waffles, and I saw that Eli may have picked up my tendency (and taken it to the next level) to see writeable surfaces in every scrap.
How do I know he wrote “Banana…” on the banana? That’s his handwriting and his sense of humor.
4 thoughts on “Banana tattoo”
Not to mention the ellipsis after the word.
(Or are those simply banana spots?)
That is an ellipsis. The coup de grace of the tattoo, in my opinion.