I spent most of my kindergarten class time sitting with a very confused little girl. She is often pretty spacey and seems unable to focus on any tiny thing for more than a few seconds. So I was trying to give her as much attention to her stitchery as I could. It really wasn't going well.
Forty minutes in, she whispered, "I have a whole banana in my pants." My thought was that she might next tell me that the sky is green or something, so I just had her proceed with her work. She whispered to me again, "I have a whole banana in my pants." I was starting to wonder if she was telling me something of importance. Did something happen to her with a banana? Is this code for something else? So I referred her across the table to her class' instructional assistant, thinking she would get more information than I.
It turns out that girlfriend did have a whole banana in her pants. A badly bruised, smushed up, nasty banana. Ew. No explanation for why.