I meant to post this last week. I saw my first Peeps of the Spring! Those pathetic, inedible, and slightly Satanic marshmallow omens of doom and digestion are back. I always take this as a sign that winter is almost over (unless you live in Denver).
They’re sort of like the offspring of a Circus Peanut and troll doll, but lord help me, they make me smile.
We had five daffodils bloom this morning. But they aren’t full of stale marshmallowy goodness.
Oh, didn’t you read the ingredients? Those “Peeps” are actually dyed dust bunnies from Spring Cleaning! 
Spring has sprug: the grass is green,
They say the birds are on the wing.
Isn’t that absurd? I’d always heard
The wings were on the bird!
Oh geez! Where you been?
My daughter likes Peeps. I dont’ know anyone else who does, but whatever.
I’m at the grocery store Monday night when I spy them. I think “I’ll be a good Mommy and get her some Peeps”. I had a plan hatched out to place them on her bed-pillow where she would discover them when she came home from work.
Upon arriving home, I see that she has gotten off work early and is in her room doing homework (with the door closed). My son says “just put 'em in front of her door.”.
I have a little fuzzy chick toy which makes a little “peep peep peep” sound. So I put the Peeps in front of the door, hunch down in the living room, and begin: "peep peep peep peep peep peep … ".
She calls out “mom !” “what are you doing ?!?”
"peep peep peep peep peep "
“MOM !”
“peep peep peep peep peep …”
“MOM OPEN THE DOOR !!! WHAT DO YOU WANT ???”
“peep peep peep peep …”
Finally she comes barreling out of her room, bowls me over in the living room, wrests the offending chick out of my hand and flings it away. Her brother and I were gasping with laughter.
“Honey, didn’t you hear the Peeps calling you?”
LOL*That’s funny.
IDBB