Which is why we eat things like noodleless lasagna and zucchini bread and just plain tomatoes with nothing to even hide them.
But my favorite thing is when the boys follow me out and eat the teeny tiny tomatoes right off the plant. They devour them. None of those poor itty bitty tomatoes have ever even been inside our house. Or past the edge of the garden really.
That's how I know that Little John loves tomatoes. Also because he growls at them - as he does everything he loves.
But today after picking the garden I was up in a tree cutting down dead branches and being all kinds of proud of my kids for getting "out from under me RIGHT! NOW!!! or else you're gonna have a tree land on you and it will hurt."
When I got to the back porch where they were dutifully sitting quietly, I saw what was keeping them quiet.
One bite of each of my tomatoes. Just one.
Lousy vampire children sucked all the juicy seedy goodness out of the tomatoes.
They're lucky they're cute.
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