Several years ago, my good friend Brent and I used to do a skit that we called the “Banana/Bandana” skit. In the skit, Brent would dress like a dork (No, really, he did. He wore mismatched clothes, several ties, a crazy hat, the whole works.), and I would be a magician trying to do a trick with a bandana. Well, Brent would volunteer, and I would always pick him. He would blindfold me, then proceed to mistake the banana on the table for a bandana. He would try to do the trick with a banana, and, of course, end up with banana all over his face. The skit would end with Brent chasing me with a bucket of water, and then throw the water on the kids instead of me. It was one of those crazy things we used to do for camps and youth groups for fun.
Well, today I was eating a banana, and I thought about my dear friend Brent, who I haven’t heard from in several years, and our silly “Banana/Bandana” skit. I always wanted to revive the skit, but I can’t convince anyone to smear banana on their face for the sake of a laugh. (Though, I haven’t asked my dear husband.)
So, if you ever feel like smearing banana on your face, please let me know. I’ll even let you throw water on a group of teenagers! Won’t that be fun?