To Hubby

Not my hubby, in this case. My good friend Deb's Hubby, who is truly one of my favorite men on the planet. So this is coming from a place of love (and giggling behind my hand).

I have to ask for a favor, Hubby, and I hope you can do this one little tiny thing.

Please stop packing fruit away in the nooks and crannies of various types of luggage and bags. Now she's having to explain petrified bananas to the folks at daycare.

And don't deny it, either. I've got the link to the pics you took that came out of the same bag from Maui. Don't make me post it.

That is all. Smooches.