Now I know exactly how to hide my bananas here at the Hotel Thompson. Disguise them as cucumbers! Daddy won’t touch cucumbers. He’s the culprit.
Mommy buys *me* bananas but when I turn my back, daddy is eating them. And you know what, he won’t share like mommy. I don’t get it. He has everything else in the house in the big ice box to eat. Can he please leave my bananas alone? Please?
Mommy calls me her little monkey boy sometimes because I love bananas so much. Can you do me a favor friends, can you tell my daddy that these are really made for this little oinker and not the human daddy? Please – can you help a pig out?