For as long as I can remember, my son has always called a tomato a "potato". With confidence. So, sometime back, I gave up correcting that it is a tomato, and played along calling it a potato. As a parent, you get the instinct when your child is doing it on purpose.
For lunch everyday, LG has a boiled tomato sprinkled with salt. This afternoon, I asked him what he was having? He replied, "Tho-maa-to." I grinned and asked him, "Are you sure this is not a Paa-tho-to?" And LG replied, "Tho-maa-to." This, for me, is as huge a milestone as was his turning over, or crawling, or walking, or talking.
This post is in celebration of discovering the tomato.
Thursday, September 10, 2009
The Day Tomato Came to be Known As Tomato
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