The Curse of the Peach Yogurt

I seem to have been cursed. I'm not quite sure when it happened, but it was sometime after Miss M joined our family. I thought I had escaped the curse when I fled from the Midwest, but it seems to have found me again. I'm not sure I will ever understand why peach yogurt and upset tummies so often go hand in hand around here. But, for the next few days, peach yogurt is banned from the premises (or at least hidden in the back of the fridge.)