On Sunday, a brother in our ward announced in High Priests that he and his wife were headed out of town and that they had peaches that needed to be picked. Anyone willing to pick them could have them. We were all over that. So last night we picked a bunch of peaches. We’ll probably head back tonight. The best part was that as we were driving away, Thomas was in the back singing — you got it — Peaches by Presidents of the Unites States of America. Enjoy.