Friday, October 13, 2006

Rotten tomatoes

Gabriel and I were picking out tomatoes at the Fresh Produce section of Canadian Superstore when I started storytelling. I recalled my childhood habit of tagging along my mother to the corner store.

“You know, I enjoyed picking tomatoes every time Lola and I went to the store,” I said. “But I felt sad for those that were not chosen...”

Shaking his head, Gabriel muttered to himself, “Mom is weird.” Then turning to me, he said, “Mom, tomatoes have no feelings.”

“Yah, but I do,” I remarked. Thank goodness, tomatoes have no feelings or I might end up taking rotten ones.

Gabriel chuckled. One more weird thing about Mom.

I didn’t say I bought them, okay? I maybe weird, but I'm not stupid.

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