Sitting opposite, we sat down to tea.
You chose cherry tomatoes,
one, two, three.
As you bit into them, the juice and seeds splatted.
This is fun, you must have thought.
The joys of being 3.
You continued to take the tomatoes from the salad bowl.
And continued to bite and the tomatoes dutifully splatted
across your face,
across the table
and hit me.
You beamed your great big smile and giggled the giggle of success.
12 cherry tomatoes on your plate.