Hidden Inside

"Hi, Mom. What's for supper?" asked Aubrey as she came into the kitchen. Mom grinned. Aubrey asked the same question every day when she got home from school. "I'm sooo hungry when I get off the bus," Aubrey said. She went to the stove, lifted a lid off a pan, and peered inside. "Is this what I think it is? Are we having tacos?" Mom nodded, and Aubrey let out a whoop.

"Put your things away, and then you can help me cut up the rest of the veggies," said Mom. Aubrey grabbed her books and bounded up the steps to her room.

"Well, what should I do first?" asked Aubrey when she returned.

"First wash your hands," said Mom. "Then you can cut up those tomatoes. I've already washed them."

Picking up a shiny red tomato, Aubrey began to slice it. "Ugh, Mom! It's all rotten in the middle!" she exclaimed. "We can't use this."

Mom came over to see. "Hmm, that's funny," she said. "It looks perfect on the outside--there isn't even a bruise. But you're right. We can't use that one."

At the dinner t