Stephen laughs too, his eyebrows up, surprised at what he just did but obviously also quite pleased. I tell him if I mimed a penis out of a banana, he'd be horrified, and that makes him laugh more. What could be sweeter, two people laughing together over something so sublimely immature?
We drive on toward work. Morning sunshine through the windshield. In all seriousness, now, he says, “That’s why I hate carrying a banana around with me. A banana is never just a banana.”