Me: Oh, hi Ellie. Would you like some of my peach?
Ellie: (Yanking said peach out of my hand) Nice peach. Get your own.
I made the mistake of leaning in for a bite and almost lost my nose. All I could do was sit helplessly while my beloved juicy peach was devoured. To the pit.
Of course the appropriate way to take care of summertime peach aftermath is a quick dip in the baby pool.
I love summer. Almost as much as I love peaches.