Losing My Tomatoes
I cut half a tomato this morning for my omelet and left the other half of the tomato on the counter. I do this. It's part of who I am. Half-cut tomatoes and cabinet doors left agape. It's how my husband knows it's my kitchen. Well, at lunchtime I went to use said tomato for my salad and couldn't. find it. anywhere. After a minute of looking I moved on, thinking I must be losing my marbles, and cut into another tomato. After lunch I went to read Eden a story before naptime and walked into my living room: What's that red ball-looking-thing in the middle of the floor? Of course it is! My tomato, which I didn't lose after all, with three generous bites taken out of it. Three guesses who did it.