Here's a secret confession of mine: I love buying Peeps. You know those sugary marshmallow type chicks? I don't actually like eating them, but I really enjoy buying them. I think it's because when I was little, my grandmother used to keep them in a big glass jar on her coffee table at Easter. Normally she wasn't the type of grandma who baked cookies or played dolls with me, but she did have an endless supply of Peeps. They're just so cute. Plus rumor may have it that I just might have participated in a Peep experiment at work after college where a Peep was microwaved to see the effect. Rumor has it that the Peep just kept getting bigger and bigger like the Marshmallow Man in Ghostbusters.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not out of control with my Peep purchasing. I just like to buy a package every year. The problem is that since I don't like eating them, well they just sit there. After my husband, the Big Giraffe, and I got married and the Peeps had been sitting on the counter for months, he gently suggested I throw them out. I just couldn't do it. Plus Peeps taste the best when they're stale according to everyone in my family. Who knows, maybe if they were a few years stale I would like them. I moved them to the refrigerator so they were out of sight. That's where they stayed along with the Peeps from the next year and the year after that. My husband started to complain that he felt like the Peeps were being well, Peeping Peeps I guess and looking at him every time he opened the fridge. I never really saw them just like he doesn't see the recycling left in the kitchen sink. Finally we replaced our refrigerator, no not because of the Peeps, and he suggested a Peeps ban in our house.
My older son (OS) is really into anything that is sugary and artificially colored. You know what I was thinking when he was describing what type of Easter candy he hopes to get: Peeps! That is the exact description of a Peep. Plus the ban is really just for the Big Giraffe and me. The Easter Bunny was not included in the ban. It is possible that there may be some Peeps hidden from my husband the kids somewhere in the car house. I mean they're green after all, and we have never had green ones in our house.
If OS doesn't like them now, he very well may like them when they are stale enough. My only fear is that if they kids don't like them, that they'll end up in the toilet. No, literally I mean the toilet. Today's experiment, conducted while OS was allegedly using the bathroom,was seeing whether or not the washable dogs my parents got them for the bathtub will also work in the toilet. I can see them trying to decide if a Peep will dissolve in the toilet. That said, today's experiment has caused me to institute an "open door bathroom policy" until OS demonstrates a less playful approach to excretion. Unlike the dogs, I think the Peeps will end up in the trash and not the Saturday Box*.
*Box for toys that end up in the toilet or left out when I'm cooking despite numerous threats not to and are thus placed in a box to be redeemed on Saturday.
I think I like the way peeps look more so than how they taste, they are very cute but something akin to shoveling a spoonful of sugar in my mouth! :o) (Plus they shed sugar all over the house, who knows what they'd do to the toilet?!)
Professional Mom of two cats, a dog, an ant farm, and oh yeah...two boys: a 4.5 year old and a 2 year old. Also found in my house is my husband who is known on this blog as The Big Giraffe.
For those of us who didn't get an instruction manual with our babies and for whom parenting hasn't always gone as planned. On a more serious note this blog is about supporting a woman's ability to make her own choices about parenting including the choice, for whatever reason, to bottle feed her babies formula.
If you hadn;t redeemed yourself by drinking the shamrock shake, I would have given up on you!
PEEPS!!! Really?
God lord...stick to the shake!!
Hallie :)