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.
Erin
Alan Schmierer