I’ve never given Peeps a second look. My eyes dart to Cadbury’s Mini Eggs and the rest of the day involves hiding behind closed doors and around corners until my teeth ache, my stomach throbs and I’ve shared maybe two or three eggs with the girls. I’ve been known to step into the shower with handfuls. Really. My love affair started half a lifetime ago and we’ve been steady ever since. Sweet Luke even bought me, pregnant mama, a case last year. I was too morning sick with Olive in my belly last Easter candy season to indulge. He thought I should have it around, once I could shovel it in by the handfuls. Sweet, sweet, Luke.
We could make Old MacPeeps Farm, with a peer-peep here and a peep-peep there…
I like to paint. I should paint you and you at the beach.
Cute, lovies of a little girl out on a seaside picnic. I look forward to that painting.
Sometimes, Mama, clouds look like tulips and butterflies and, sometimes, though not that much really, they look like plain old clouds nobody notices. See, you should always look up in the sky. You never know what picture is up there.
Isn’t my farmer nice, kitty?
So simple. Toothpicks in neon marshmallows, poked through pizza box:
You’re not going to believe it, Mom. The bunnies and chicks can have a barn dance now!