Bananas.

Whenever it's time to go to the grocery store, we all have our own preferences that add up to our typical grocery list. I usually get some root beer, Dillon likes BBQ chips, and Adrian always needs Apple Juice, Bananas, and Strawberries. Last week I went to our local WalMart market (strictly groceries, which is alright, but I'm spoiled and prefer the large find everything in one stop shopping WalMart. Trashy? Perhaps.) and bought the usual items. I came home, unloaded the bags, and couldn't find the bananas. I looked at my receipt and I paid for them, but they weren't in any bags and weren't left in my car. I assumed I somehow left them in the cart at the store, and didn't really think much more about it after that. Later that night Adrian and I have the following conversation.

Adrian: "Mommy, where's my Coco at?" (Coco is Adrian's beloved friend stuffed animal gorilla. They have been inseparable for years.)
Me: "I'm not sure baby is he in my room?"
Adrian: "No I think he's in my room."
Me: "Ok, go get him out of your room."
Adrian: "I want you to get him."
Me: "Ok, let's go get him together."
Adrian: (lights up) "Ok! Let's go!"
(We go in)
Adrian: "Coco was hungry."

I walk in and he has this grin on his face, and I look over on the bed and see this: