Going Bananas

As Megan got into bed this evening, she said, "Mommy, will you take care of these bananas in my bed, please?"

What?  "Why are there bananas in your bed?" I asked.

"Oh, because I was juggling in bed."

Juggling.  Of course.  That makes perfect sense.  (That does explain the banana I found on the floor behind her headboard.)

I wondered where all of the bananas went.

Apparently, we are raising a future circus performer.