My son and peeps

The Loopholes Of Parenting And Peeps

My son from the backseat: How many peeps can I eat?

Me: Let’s start with 1.

Five minutes later, I park the car only to realize that I didn’t take into account a fundamental fact: Counting to 10 also starts with 1.

My son and peeps
They were delicious. All ten blue bunny peeps.

By the way, where can I enter my son into a Peep-eating contest? I may need the money to improve my language skills.

Alex Iwashyna

Alex Iwashyna went from a B.A. in philosophy to an M.D. to a SAHM, poet and writer by 30. She spends most of her writing time on, a humor blog (except when it's serious) about her husband fighting zombies, awkward attempts at friendship, and dancing like everyone is watching. She also has a soft spot for culture, politics, and rude Southern people who offend her Yankee sensibilities. She parents 2 elementary-aged children, 1 foster baby, 3 cats, and 1 puppy, who are all Southern but not rude. Yet.

14 thoughts to “The Loopholes Of Parenting And Peeps”

  1. In the picture, he looks like he wishes there were more or that they’d magically refill in the package. 😉 I guess you have to be glad you only had the one package or you’d have a sick little boy on your hands. Wait until he sees all the different flavors of Peeps they have out there…

  2. This cracks me up because just last night a good blogger friend of mine said she and her BFF’s husband have peep eating contests every year. I was shocked because I have never met anyone that actually liked eating peeps, which is kind of crazy because someone must be buying them all and eating them, right? Now I know of three people that can eat a box of peeps without thinking twice about it.

    Peeps are like the new lays potato chips, apparently.

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