One last ripe, delicious cherry tomato left on the vine...
E: "Can I eat it?"
Me: "You don't even like tomatoes."
E: "Yes I do," with a tone implying that I clearly know nothing about his life.
Me: "Ok, then."
E washes the tomato and pops it in his mouth.
Me: "Is it good?"
E: "No, it's terrible!"
*Spits it onto the ground in a dramatic fashion*
E: "I forgot that I don't like tomatoes."
Me: "Ok, then."
(July 1, 2010)
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