Leta would lose all respect for Chuck if she saw him touching this banana. There is nothing grosser in this world to that kid than a banana, and every morning when I cut one up and put it in my oatmeal she picks up her bowl of cereal and dramatically moves to the other side of the table. To get as far away as she can from the awful gore of it all. Do you have any idea how hard it is for me not to sneak into her bedroom at night and leave a banana peel on her pillow next to her head? REALLY REALLY HARD.
