18 of 91: Tomatoes

This morning we were cuddled in bed. Daughter in the middle. Husband and I on either side of her. Dog pouring across the whole bed. Daughter looked up and pointed at the ceiling fan.

“I’m going to put a tomato on each one of those.”

“A tomato on each blade of the fan?”

I looked over her head and saw Husband shrug his shoulders.

“Yeah… and then I”ll turn it on.”

“Oh, really? What if we put you on a blade of that fan?”

“Never!” she giggled.

And then a round of tickling began.

 

Jenn

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