Like Mother, like daughter II

My mother has a photo of me spitting out mashed bananas when I was a baby. And of all the dislikes to stick, that one has always stuck. I still don’t like bananas.
And it appears I’ve passed it along.

Open your mouth and I’ll give you a yummy surprise!

Aren’t bananas good?

Puh-lease! I’d rather eat paper!
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Like Mother, like daughter

I just don’t know how else to explain this.

I mean, where else could she have gotten this idea?