Not Tomato, but No-mato

Last night I was chopping up a few tomatoes for dinner when Little Lowell walked into the kitchen. He thought I was cutting up fruit for him and said, "Please apples."  I tried to explain to him the tomatoes were for dinner, but he was still persistent and changed his plea to "Please tomato."  I gave in and handed him a chunk and he made a face that clearly showed he was not happy with the tomato. He then spit it out in his hand, handed it back to me and said "No-mato."