Peep Wars: Attack of the Calories

It is a tradition to torture our Peeps. I say there's no good peep unless its a dead peep (or a stale one). And every year, people ask just what I mean by "Peep Wars." Well, dear Internet, this year, I took pictures.

Our fearless combatants.

Shake hands...er, wait, no hands. Hmmm...shake...sugar crystals.

Yellow took the opportunity to talk some smack to Pink, saying that Pink was a pansy.
I think Pink might have blushed a little.

Peeps, to arms!

(Toothpicks are deadly weapons when you're made of marshmallow.)

In the arena.

Tensions are running high at this point.
Flustered by Yellow's taunting, Pink is ready for the starting beep.

And the battle ensues!
Both contestants are feeling the heat now.

PINK delivers a mighty blow -- er, rather, poke!

Oh, Yellow never saw it coming. He was looking the other direction.

Oh, the HORROR!

Deflated from their efforts, both peeps are done for.

To the victor go the spoils...or in Peep Wars, the kids get the gooey stuff (but its not nearly as poetic).

Hope you enjoyed our Peep Wars. (I promise, I'm taking a photography class at the Casual Blogger Conference so hopefully, these photos will improve.)

And if you'll excuse me, I'm off to clean my microwave.