When we left Tennessee in late June to come back home, Papa loaded us up with tomatoes from his garden. He and I carefully selected the tomatoes that were not quite ripe yet so that we could still enjoy his garden tomatoes. We had eaten all but the largest, most perfect for slicing, prettiest tomato that Papa had sent home with us. I had gone to Costco and gotten a large box of diapers for Emma and just left them in the kitchen while I unloaded the rest of our stuff from the car. When I came back in, this is what I saw. Emma had pushed the diaper box up to the counter and got the last tomato and was eating it like an apple. Oh well, at least one of us got to enjoy it!