I picked today's ripe peaches from the tree and had a pile of them balanced in one arm as I brought them in to the kitchen. Of course a few dropped free and rolled on the floor. I thought I got them all, but Davey came crawling in from the living room and found one. He promptly grabbed it and took a big (for him) bite out of it. He was intent on eating it, so in to the high chair he went. Darn if he didn't eat the whole thing. When the pit got to his mouth, he gummed it and spit it out. When all was said and done, all that remained was the pit and a little bunch of crumpled up fuzzy skin. Someone loves peaches!
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