The Peach

A few mornings ago, all four of us were sitting on our bed. I was asking Levi what color some of the dogs on Emerson's pj's were. "Orange, brown, blue," he said. Then I asked him what color papa was. Levi said that he didn't know. I said, "Peach." John started tackling Levi and wrestling with him a bit. Levi said, "Ahhhhh, the peach is getting me!"