Our exmormon used to come over every week or even more often for dinner and eventually he started bringing over his Nintendo. We played Mario Kart and laughed our heads off. He would drop bananas behind him and tell us, “I hope you slip on my nanners.” Every time to talk about bananas now, we laugh because of our memories with our exmormon friend.  Nanners isn’t a very grown up word. I finally got better at the game and then he was slipping all over my nanners. We really should get a console and Mario Kart. I bet our kids would love it.