I say tomato, you say

I say tomato, you say

“May-tote.”

That’s our little verbally dyslexic girl, and that’s currently our favorite word. Fortunately, she does not appear to be too allergic to tomatoes, though we had a scare earlier in the year when Nonna served fried greenies and Siena had a quite visible reaction to those. Nowadays, she’s enjoying quartered cherry maytotes as part of her roughage.