Ian woke up today and suddenly likes bananas. This is the same kid who, for the first year of his life, hated them. As a baby, he would reject the spoonful of mashed bananas. As a new toddler, he would flail his arms to knock the banana pieces away. Or better yet, he would dangle them over the side of the highchair tray, look you right in the eye with a smirk on his face and then release them.

Ma nishtanah? Why is today, Saturday, March 24th (at 7:10 am, of course) different than all other mornings? What made him decide to try – and like – banana?

Perhaps, at 13 months old, the sliminess no longer bothers him? With eight teeth, he likes that I can give him larger chunks than before? Could his taste buds have changed?

Almost four years into this parenting thing, and my kids still amaze me like the first time I saw them. Often, I’m at a loss for words or understanding. I’m just happy to be along for the ride.

Gotta run. My little monkey is grunting at me, for guess what, more bananas. And there he goes. He finished the whole darn thing. What an amazing turn of events.