Who, I grew up in the 1980s, knows well that song. Want a banana? Na, Na, Na i wü kane …

Bananas are at home also a touchy subject. They symbolize the different world of my son, because he hates bananas. And I hate my. Not do not want, or does not taste, but solely the knowledge, that any of us has attacked a banana, rocked his world. We must not attack him then, yet his stuff and he must see, that we wash with v i e l soap our hands. It's not about the smell or taste – for he has never tasted a banana, rather, it is this furry feeling a peeled banana, which breaks his comfort zone.

Although I do not particularly like to like the feel and texture of peeled banana (therefore I understand this discomfort), I eat them but – especially green – with pleasure, therefore I do not want to pass up. At the beginning I did not understand, what the problem of my Jr. war, because it's just food and can be easily disappear this strange feeling on hands, but for children with a different perception of their environment, which is often much more pronounced, than, what we know as normal langläufig, are material elements, Odors or volumes as huge obstacles, seem hard to overcome.

Therefore the habits of eating are often very limited, to flavors or colors quite well. So my child prefers pasta without sauce or with eggs, although him al Ragu, certainly tastes, but he eats just less, because it is his pleasant.

Much is trying out with the risk of a few smaller or larger explosions, but it brings him and especially me further. I eat my banana secretly or otherwise have always washed and clean hands.