I was fixing dinner the other night and noticed my 7-year-old daughter quietly playing with a large can of tomato sauce and small can of tomato paste I had on my kitchen counter. I could tell she was pretending the two cans were playing and talking together. I’ve always known my daughter is very imaginative and was amused at her latest idea.
Then I listened closer.
Paste says, “Oh what has happened here. My mother has died. Oh no!”
“Ah and now I’ve cut off my arm.” says Sauce.
“It’s bleeding! Oh no, the blood is everywhere!” says Paste.
My daughter is no longer allowed to play with tomato-based products.