Elle, the Lead Peachy

Whom You Know is so pleased to present our first Peachy, other than Peachy Deegan!

Elle was born on July 17th and has earned the nickname of "Peachy."

Hmm, how did she become our Peachy?

At age one, Elle ("Peachy") splattered a dozen eggs on the floor one morning, and had one egg salvaged in her hand, and asked: "Eggs, mommy, eggs."

Then this Peachy applied her own exquisite marker art on the imported french floors of Mommy and Daddy's kitchen.

This Peachy tries to ride their 9 year old pug like a pony and puts her clip earrings and necklaces on him and says "Mommy look, Mommy look." We bet he looks fabulous. We are sure this Peachy knows fashion too!

This Peachy unlocks the front door and helps herself outside to go tell the neighbors dog to "shuttup" one very early morning - naked (!). We like her style. There is nothing like the achievement of beauty sleep in the morning and we named Peachy do appreciate it.

Peachy displays sheer pleasure to be in the buff so she can get a big handful of her own hiney and "back that thing up" with grunts and ooh's because she loves a good tushy squeeze as much as we do! Oh my goodness it is cute at this age.

Peachy has to leave the "quiet room" at church for noisy little ones because the only anyone could hear was this little Peachy singing "Twinkle twinkle little star" clear above the choir music and pastor's sermon.

This Peachy unravels the toilet paper roll for her brother on the potty, which is very sweet except she started with the roll in Mommy and Daddy's bathroom down the hall of their 60's ranch walking and pulling the roll to the next bathroom where big brother was.

Once this little Peachy found the bowl of limes and smashed them open in order squeeze lime juice in the puppies water (just like Mommy and Daddy do with their water). Clearly this little one is on the road to read Whom You Know with sophistication if she is putting lime in the dog's water.

They really knew she was their Peachy and they loved her so much for it when at Disneyland last spring when she saw a little boy in her distant eye grabbing a toy ball out of another girl's hand and Elle left their side to walk over to him with her pointer finger raised to emphatically protest his actions with a firm and stern "No, no" and came back to our side as if her job was done. This could be a good one for our Etiquette from Connecticut section if she wants to contribute...

If your name is Peachy, tell us about you!
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