The secret life of toddler food

How is it even possible that this morning, I was in clean freshly washed clothes, even after I got the boys dressed and ready for daycare but by the I got to my car I was covered in smashed banana (at least I *hope* it was smashed banana)? And we didn't even have bananas at breakfast? Is there banana lurking in my house just waiting to foil my attempts to make it out of the house in clean clothes? There must be, I can think of no other explanation.

I guess this is just part of being a mommy, you have to decide what is an acceptable ammount of crap on your clothes. I decided it was hardly noticeable if I wiped it off with a baby wipe. In my pre-kid days I would have changed clothes. Well, I also wouldn't have been covered in smashed bananas. How life changes.