I picked the first ripe tomato for this summer off our vines.
It was about the size of a golf ball. Paul wanted it, and he carried it around and gave it rides in his little red car. Then, when we had moved on to something else, Hannah climbed into the red car and she played with the tomato for a while. When she was finished with it, I picked it up and laid it up on the porch, and then I brought it inside when we came inside. It has the skin broken in two places, and one of those is definite teeth marks which I believe are Hannah’s. This little tomato has brought two little people a lot of joy today.