Rachel often helps me in the kitchen. So she was standing right in front of the stove when I added chopped tomatoes to the pan. In horror and despair she cried, "Mom! I hate tornadoes! You know I hate tornadoes! Why did you put them in the dinner?!" Then she stormed out to the backyard. Honestly, I don't like tornadoes but love tomatoes.
|Tornado. Not a tomato.|
Eh, tornado or tomahto, it's all the same, right?