Dinner conversation in our house

Nathaniel clearly thought the tomato chunks in his bowl were a bit dubious (this from the boy who had wolfed down an entire bowl of fresh cherry tomatoes yesterday), so Katherine put on her best encouraging-teacher persona.

I told him, “Honey, there are tomatoes in every bite, even the ones where you see no red.  They’re all blended in, but they’re there.”

Katherine adds, “They’re like God.”

Me: “Well, yes, in a way.”

Nathaniel gave up on us and dug in.




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