Call It What You Want...

Turns out that the boy who doesn't like fruit is getting better:

No cut-up pieces for me, thank you very much. I'll have it "in the slice," as Mark calls it.

And today, "Bite!" he requested as he walked past the bananas on the counter. Yesterday at the store they had the first decent bananas in a long time. (Apparently there was a bad banana harvest in the places where they grow bananas.) He ate his whole banana, from the peel as well, like a big kid.

And Mark.

Apparently Mark can raise one eyebrow.

This calls for a little story. Back in high school, when I was keeping company with a young man who was employed at the local grocery store, I met a classmate who could raise one eyebrow most dramatically. I had always wanted to raise one eyebrow, and the classmate agreed to teach me to do it -- basically, he told me I needed to hold one eyebrow down and practice in the mirror, which was fine with me, because I was vain.

Now I can raise one eyebrow, though not very dramatically, and not as well if I'm not looking in the mirror. But Mark can! (This was his response to trying a new food.)