Oh My Belly ...

I ate eightyteen tomatoes today. Ian says that isn't a real number, but I think it is such a big number that he just doesn't recognize it as a number, sort of like a gazillion. Woman was picking tomatoes in the garden this morning, and I kept munching on them when she wasn't looking. She kept yelling at me to stop eating the tomatoes and even tried to lock me out of the garden, but I ran away and wouldn't let her catch me. Finally, she left the garden so I would come in the house.

Oh! My belly! Eightyteen tomatoes! Why are you so cruel? I hear through the tomatoe vine that I am no longer allowed in the garden. Bah!