Yesterday, the General came running in my room, practically hyperventilating, "Mommy, quick! We need to hop in the car and drive over to Auntie's house and pick up my cousin, before the big tomato comes!"
"Slow down! The what is coming?" I asked.
"The BIG Tomato," cried the General. "It's coming and we have to get my cousin before it blows his house away!"
Laughing I asked the General, "Do you mean a tornado?"
"Yea, the big torMado is coming," replied the General. "Like the one that took Dorthy to OZ."
I looked outside and the sky did look pretty ominous.
Later that night...
I was sharing the General's humorous theory about the "big tomato", with my husband.
My husband laughed and wondered if that was how The Attack of the Killer Tomatoes was created. Some guy was sitting around with his son one day having a conversation and the kid started telling his father about a big tomato that attacked homes destroying everything in its way.
Yes, I agreed. Except I think somehow the son's idea was lost in translation.
