She does, and so far is the onliest girl here who does. The others do tolerate them in chili, spaghetti, lasagna and the like, so all is not lost.
She does, however, need to learn to finish one before she starts another. And do you know how long I've been trying to get her to "put back" things? Like aprons and hot pads from the drawer, or spice jars from the inside of a low cupboard door? Well, since she's been mobile, really. And it hasn't worked.
Until this day, that is, when she grabbed a small red tomato, ate half, slopped what remained of juice and seeds all over, and then put it back in the basket. She followed that with a quick bite of a large somewhat-ripe tomato (which I confiscated myself and replaced in the basket), then a good third of a mostly-green one. This was then put back in favor of a semi-pink roma, and a cherry tomato handed to her by her sister, in defense of what remained unmolested.
Fee Fi Fo Fum Which of you 'maters is my next vic-tum?
(and now you know why I write blogs, and not books of poetry)
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