I know that is what everyone will think when they happen upon this blog. “Sounds like tomatoes?” they may say, scratching their head. Well, let me explain.
One day, it was really stormy outside, as it so often is here in Alabama. In fact, just recently, in the middle of the night we were roused from bed when we heard the sirens wailing in the distance, warning us of our impending doom. We wrapped up the kiddos in their blankets and hauled their sleeping burrito bodies downstairs to the storm room in my inlaws house. You can pretty much touch the walls by stretching out your hands, but it has beds and that’s what counts in the middle of the night. Along with the glow in the dark stars glued on the ceiling.
But I digress.
So it was really stormy, and the tin roof was just a-pinging away from all the rain hitting it and the wind was howling. My four year old, Addie, dashes into the room with great big blue saucer eyes, listening to the storm. So we ask, “Addie, do you hear that storm outside? Isn’t it loud?” She nods very solemnly and says “It sounds like a tomato!”
And there you are. Welcome to my world.