My five year old came back from our next door neighbors' house with a tomato in his hand. (They are a retired couple and are like grandparents to my kids.) He held the tomato up proudly and said, "Mom, Joyce sent you this tomato. She said to tell you that it might need a few days to frighten."
I didn't have the heart to tell him it was ripen, not frighten.
I plan to enjoy that tomato on a good ole southern tomato sandwich-- a staple of my diet in the summer months!