This morning while I was peeling and chopping and tossing things into the slow cooker, my six-year-old told me about something in a book he was reading.
“It says ‘Anakin’ and then it has those big bananas,” he explained.
“Big bananas?” I asked, clearing onion skins into the compost bucket.
“Yes. You know, those big word bananas that explain what things are.”
I turned and looked directly at him. “Big…word bananas?”
“They’re like giant commas around words.”
“Oh! You mean parentheses?”
A cloud of deep thought crossed his face and then cleared into a smile of recognition.
“Yes!” he said. “Parentheses!”
Big word bananas. Okay.