The other morning we were kneeling for family prayer, Kristen was saying the prayer and out comes "please bless us with no more tomatoes". Hmmm, I know she doesn't like tomatoes, especially the diced up kind that I put in some casseroles, but we haven't really had any lately... I peek around and no one else seems to think that her tomato comment is curious. When she closes the prayer, I ask, "You don't want any more tomatoes?" Amy pipes in "Tornadoes, we talked about it last night on our bike ride." Ahhh, that makes more sense.
