Yeah. I was 2, my brother was 3. My dad started bowling in a league from work and we wanted to go but weren’t allowed because we were too little to hold the ball.

We had a garden. My dad had picked a basket of tomatoes before he left and set them on the kitchen floor.

Where we found them.

Perfectly sized for toddler hands. Easy enough to poke holes in for grip. The down side of using tomatoes for bowling balls is that it’s a single use endeavor. Then you need to make another tomato bowling ball.

“Let’s bowl with these! We can use glasses out of the dish washer for pins".

“Yeah!”

Mayhem and mess making ensues. From what is remembered by the storytellers, only 5 out of a bushel basket of tomatoes survived by the time we were caught red handed. The rest were “all over the wall".

I don’t actually remember this but have heard about it A LOT. We must have had dreadful aim or not known you were supposed to roll the ball. Probably both.

I’m trying to figure out where you went with this. I’m guessing sexually explicit given your comment, but I’m not coming up with anything. Maybe because for me the whole thing is still about toddler level thinking and I can’t see past that. Maybe because I’ve only ever heard one off color sexual joke involving tomatoes. But that one had to do with nudity in the garden as a means to ripen tomatoes and grow rigid cucumbers.