Baby Peaches.

Forgive me, I couldn't resist. Most evenings Squísh likes to wander about in nothing more than a diaper... and at times she has her doubts as to whether her size three Huggies are even necessary. (I find it completely adorable.) I remember hearing my mom tell my siblings and I that if we attempted au natural, the Peaches Man would come and CAN OUR PEACHES- which, she warned, was a rather irreversible process. It didn't inspire us towards clothing, as we were pretty confident in our ability to outrun... it only made me think twice about eating the canned fruit. Whole Peaches? The unfortunate soul must not have been fast enough.