She's a little older, but still straight up bonkers about bananas. You'd think the lady's fruit fetish would have let up by now, but it's only gotten worse. Not only does she sing the praises of her fave fruit, she adds big, beady eyes to its freckled exterior and creates a chorus of mouthless, banana backup singers. I suppose this is why they say life only gets better after age 60. Looks like a good time to me . . .