Classic Lucas

My weekly trip to the commissary with Lucas always takes us home over a bridge (as long as the King St. gate is open) and open water and we pass a big apartment/condo building that is waterfront.  One of the residents there has a bright yellow kayak that is stored on the rocks near the water.  Every single time we pass it, Lucas says, " Mama!  There's a giant banana! We can't eat that banana; it's too big."  I kid you not, every single week this happens.  I usually think he's going to miss it or not think it's novel enough to talk about, but it's been months now and I hear the same thing every week.  It makes me smile every time.