Not a Peep outta you

We drove down to Ashland this morning. Not for Easter, exactly. My parents celebrated Easter yesterday at my brother’s house. Today, we celebrated Peter’s birthday. But not before Philip got an Easter bucket from Grandma complete with pink Peeps.

Philip had never had a Peep before today. He took the one that Grandma offered and tore it in half. I don’t think he knew what to make of the sticky texture.

He shook his hand trying to loosen one of the marshmallowy bits, and it fell on the floor. Philip peered over the edge of his high chair, but he was going to find it. Roscoe had already snarfed it up.

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