Mr. Babe grew them this summer. We had so many that we couldn't possibly eat them all.
...just fine. And if he forgets me again next year, I'll have to give him something ELSE to remember me by! And it may not be as ticklish as a scratched cornea!
Wah, wah, wah, give me some tomatoes, do my laundry, cook me dinner...
If you were taking care of the pool like you were supposed to, you could have just picked your own!
