Last night I supervised in the kitchen while Taylor made spaghetti for dinner and Isabelle used up the huge stack of rotten bananas from the freezer to make 2 loaves of banana bread. We had dinner and then went for our "almost-nightly" walk. When we returned everyone grabbed some banana bread, and John and the kids went out to play 4 square. I was busy checking emails when I heard a loud clatter and witnessed this scene: