The tomato eater

Tonight at the market, Bear got a hold of the bag of tomatoes. Of course I did not notice this, as I was drooling over the truffles. (By the way he added a pumpkin in white chocolate, heaven.) Anyways, his wife said "oh how cute you gave him a tomato." I looked down and he had grabbed both tomatoes, bit one a couple times and threw that on the ground and was digging into the next one. I thought hey, how much can he eat in a few minutes? What will it hurt? In the next 5 minutes that I stood there making the toughest decision all day, he knawed it down to this: