There are two brown bananas in the fruit basket in our kitchen. They belong to my mother. Yes, in our household everything belongs to someone. Those bananas belong to my mother. She claimed them.
There were three originally, but I ate one when they were still yellow with a hint of green on the ends. That's the only way I eat my bananas: When they're ALMOST ripe. Problem was, those bananas belonged to my mother.
When she found out, my eating her banana resulted in her having a fit. Now, I believe 'fit' may not quite be the right word to put it. People tend to ask me: "What is a 'fit'?" because of a t-shirt I'm wearing sometimes saying: "Saw it. Wanted it. HAD A FIT. Got it.", you know, one of those attitude shirts with fun prints. But 'fit' is commonly known to be a dishwashing detergent, at least in the eastern part of Germany. So I explain to them: "It's a 'screaming-crying-cramp' usually experienced with little children who can't get what they want and lack the proper arguments to get it anyway. Usually that's due to poor or missing communication skills, but who can blame them?"
So yes, my mother acts like a little kid sometimes, irrational, hysterical, selfish. Should I go on? So she yelled at me: "WHO ATE MY BANANAS? THOSE ARE MY BANANAS, I NEED THEM TO TAKE MY PILLS! YOU ALWAYS EAT THE GOOD ONES AND LEAVE THE BAD ONES FOR ME! I HATE YOU! YADDY YADDY YADDY!" So I said to her: "You're totally exaggerating! Everytime I eat ONE banana, you come along telling me not to! But you don't eat them either. No one does, at any time. They'll get bad. All the food gets bad, because we're not allowed to eat it when we're hungry, and so will those bananas!"

In the fruit basket in our kitchen, there are two brown bananas. They got bad because they were off-limits when they were good. In a few days they will end up in the garbage.