Precious Peeps

It is that time of year again...Peep season! The kiddos have hunted our house and the grandparent's house and have hit the mother-load of that most perfect of confections. The ideal combination of a marshmallow-ish substance wonderfully coated with a colored sugar covering. Oh, I am beginning to salivate as I type! This year, as "the Easter Bunny" was at the store carrying these bundles of excessive sugar-perfection to the check-out, I...I mean "he" felt like Frodo from the Lord of the Rings trilogy. Assigned with the daunting task of bearing the untouchable, knowing that the protected bundle has unparalleled power and a mysterious pull for it's protector to indulge in that power.

As the munchkins discovered their prizes, I felt like Uncle Bilbo. I knew that my time with the wonderful confections was at an end and had to turn it over to the next generation. I still wanted to partake in the wonder that lies within, but all the while knowing that it would be VERY dangerous to even think of a single bite.

Tonight, as my precious daughter was eating one (a purple bunny) I began to understand Gollum. All I could think of eating one. "Must have my precious peeps. Shes only 7...you could take her. She is standing in the way of my Peeps. You have shoes that weigh as much as she does. Precious sugary Peeps. Look, she has 3 packs, she wouldn't miss one Peep (or 5 or 10..) Must have my precious peeps!"

Then it happens, "Daddy, would you like one of my green bunnies?"

Oh, bless her mother for teaching her compassion, to take pity on miserable creatures like me! Bless you child...bless you.

"No baby, I'd better not, thanks dollface!...

...Daddy loves you!

Until next time...

the Lockedawg