Power to the Peeps

It is safe to say, I think, that parents of kids with special needs typically have much bigger issues on their mind than "I must get my child to try a Peep."

Not me.

Max has never had one. He's never really eaten much candy, in fact. He's not yet able to chew gummy or hard stuff, or bite into bars. It's one of those things that's always bummed me out; candy is such a quintessential childhood pleasure. True, Max has plenty of treats he enjoys—chocolate pudding, tapioca pudding, ice-cream, any type of birthday cake, hot and sour soup (seriously). But no Peeps.

I bought a package on Sunday (Peeps in the drugstore: the first true sign of spring) and I've had Peeps on the brain ever since. Last night I came home from work, so excited to show them to Max. I danced a yellow chick around on the kitchen table, broke off a tiny bit and popped the piece into Max's mouth, on his back molars so he could more easily chew it.

He loved it. "Mooooooore!" was the exact thing he said, in fact.

All is right in the world: My little boy loves sugary, cavity-inducing, no-nutritional-value-whatsoever Peeps.

Oh, shout out to my inspiring friend and dedicated commenter, Rich, for the article about him in his local paper. We have a celebrity in our midst!