One thing I love about Christmas is getting treats from the neighbors. It is no secret that I have quite the sweet tooth and I love eating holiday sweets... except for Peeps. These disgusting lumps of marshmallow coated with sugar crystals are an Easter candy that has been exploited to fit every possible holiday.
Hey, you can like them. I'll still be your friend.
...back to the Peeps.
Last Sunday a well-intentioning neighbor brought over EIGHT! packages of Peeps Christmas trees for our family to enjoy. "They were left over from what I gave to the kids in nursery at church today," she explained. "And you have all those kids, so I knew they'd get eaten."
The thought was very... sweet. But just imagining the sugar-induced high that my kids would be experiencing made my stomach feel sickly.
The kids were already bouncing off walls. Continuous strains of "Can I have a Peep? Can I? Can I? Huh? Huh? Can I, Mom?" were reverberating through my ears as I deliberated a possible solution to the overabundance of Peeps.
"Let's sleep on it," I responded. "I'll have an answer in the morning."
It turns out someone else took care of the Peeps for me.
Cowgirl had lost one of her front teeth that very afternoon and set it in the usual place, on top of the microwave, in anticipation of some cold, hard cash from the tooth fairy. As we headed for bed I placed the Peeps on top of the microwave as well, in 2 stacks of 4 boxes each.
In the morning we found this note:
The speculation among the kids is now that the tooth fairy collects teeth to replace her own.
Tooth fairy, wherever you are, thank you.