Friday, April 16, 2010
A couple of weeks ago my parents sent us a box with my maternity clothes and some of Claire's bigger sizes, shoes, a few books and treats. After digging through the top layer, I forgot the box in the corner of my room (didn't need the maternity clothes quite yet). The other day I dug through again to sort what needed washing and ironing and found a box of Peeps tucked along the side. Peeps! Well, let's see what Claire makes of fluffy marshmallow dipped in yellow sugar...
Very suspicious. I expected to get a shot of Claire's puffed cheeks. Here's what happened:
We took a break, offered snack crackers, and tried again. I was starting to think that maybe getting a kid to eat Peeps doesn't warrant the same effort that should be extended to fruits and vegetables. I don't even like Peeps myself. I like watching them poof in a microwave, but we don't even have a microwave.