The Tomato.

I remember going Christmas shopping with Dad at The Montgomery Ward (yes, it was THE Montgomery Ward) in Xenia for a gift for Mom. He was looking at nightgowns, and we decided on a pretty yellow shortie nightgown as his gift. He was very pleased with himself.

Until Christmas morning.

Mom opened the gift and opened the packaging. On the front of the pale yellow, knee-length nightie was a big, red tomato, with the language “I’m your little tomato” (or something similar, I was little) on the front.

She was horrified.

Needless to say, the nightie went back, and Dad was in the dog house.