Stephanie Morrill

For love of tomatoes

12 August 2009

When we found out we were having a girl, I expected our house would soon be full of Disney Princess stuff, like all the houses of my friends with daughters. And maybe we’ll still get there, but for now McKenna’s obsession has taken a different path.

Tomatoes.

That’s right—tomatoes.

It started with the tomatoes in our garden. She liked looking at them. When our grape tomatoes reddened, we gave her one. She liked carrying it around and smelling it, but whenever she took a bite, she spit it right back out.

Then about a month ago, I put on a VeggieTales sing-along video. The only ones McKenna liked were the ones with Bob the tomato, and she would point wildly and say, “May-toe sing! May-toe sing!” And when Bob left the screen, she’d look up at me and say, “More. More may-toe sing.”

Then she started randomly talking about the tomato plants, telling me that the tomatoes were outside. And sometimes that they were sleeping. We’d go out back, and she’d run over there and wave. “Hi may-toes!” But she still preferred carrying them around and smelling them to eating them.

And then, I don’t know what happened in the last couple weeks, but suddenly McKenna loves eating tomatoes. One day she ate all nine ripe grape tomatoes off the plant and still wanted more. I put a tomato on her sandwich yesterday, and she ignored the bread, cheese, and turkey, and went straight for that tomato.

McKenna’s other passions are shoes, motorcycles, balls, tractors, and dirt, so it’ll be interesting to see how this all shakes out.

In other news, my designed pages for Out with the In Crowd arrived this morning. They sure look pretty!

Happy Wednesday, everyone!

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