"The longer you wait the more disgusting it gets."

I paused for a second, wondering just what my husband was talking about, but I couldn't figure it out. Then I heard, "It'll just get brown and then you'll really not want it." I had to go investigate, so I went downstairs to see this thing that was causing so much distress for my daughter. More..."Listen, if you eat it fast then it won't be squishy and gross and you can have something else." I look at my daughter who is standing in the kitchen with such a distraught look on her face, I didn't think her bottom lip could protrude any further. In her hand was the culprit: half a banana. I look at my husband who is calmly grading papers at the kitchen table. "She threw it in the garbage when I told her not to so I made her get it out and finish it. She can't just waste food like that." I nod in agreement. As I walk away I offer her these words of reason, "Just eat it fast, girlie," then I head out the front door.