The little boy runs up to his mom and says, “Mom quick! Ask me if I’m a banana!” His mom looks at him with puzzled eyes and asks, “Are you serious?” “Yes!” He exclaims. Immediately thinking a prank was at foot, she goes back to reading her book and asks, “How about you go ask your father? I’m sure he’d love to hear your answer.”
He runs out the house, dashes to the shed, and catches his dad pulling out the lawnmower. “Dad!” he screams, “Ask me if I’m a banana!” His dad looks to the left, then he looks to the right. “Uh, say what?” he asks, “Why on earth would I do that?” The boy looks his dad straight in the eyes with a sinister grin and says, “Do it.” Smelling fishes in the air his dad quickly declares, “When I’m done with the yard we can finish this talk, OK?” Knowing it’ll be way past his bed time by then, the little boy quickly looks around for another person.
He runs down the street and out the neighborhood. He dashes down the sidewalk, along the main road and crosses a bridge, making his way to the shopping center. He looks around as he patiently waits for a street light to change. Soon as the light approves to walk, he jolts across the street and runs into a supermarket.
He leaps for a pack of gum and makes it first in line. The clerk rings it up, “That will be ninety-five cents please.” She says. He hands her a dollar and with the same diabolical smile he asks, “Madam, please ask me if I’m a banana.” Her eyes slowly checks his hands for water balloons, squirt guns, or even firecrackers. She asks, “Are you a banana?” The little boy looks her straight in the eyes, blinks three times and says, “No, but thanks for asking.”