Peeps…

peepsThis one’s for you, Mom…

So with Easter less than a month away, it’s time for me to begin writing about the Peeps. I say “begin writing” because those of you who know me well will recognize that the Peeps are so important that they will warrant more than one blog entry. No, I am not kidding…

So I’ll begin with my favorite Peep story. I’ve been a fan of the Peeps since I was a small child. My mother knew this and would occasionally surprise me with an unexpected pack of Peeps which I so appreciated. I arrived home as a young adult to a package of the Peep “bunnies” on my bed.

As I thanked my mom, she replied, “I know how you love your Peeps.”

I stated, “Well, they’re not actually Peeps.”

Mom: “Yes, they are.”

Me: “No, they aren’t.”

Mom: “Yes, they are.”

Me: “No, they’re bunnies.”

Mom: “It’s the same thing.”

Me: “No Mom. A bunny’s a bunny, and a Peep’s a Peep.”

And since then every year when the Peeps make their first appearance in the market, I call my mother and say:

“Please always remember and don’t ever forget, a bunny’s a bunny, and a Peep’s a Peep.”

And Mom always chuckles…

 

Stay groovy…

–Susie

(Copyright 2019 Susie Krivacic)

 

2 thoughts on “Peeps…

  1. When Steve was a child we almost always spent Good Friday and Easter with his grand parents in Whiting Indiana. His Grandmother that he called Mama Leona always had Peeps. Thing is I don’t remember anyone actually eating them but I can stil see them sitting on her dining room china buffet.

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