Bridget loves PEZ!

She has three PEZ dispensers. Santa Clause, Ariel, and Jack Jack.

Her PEZ dispensers rarely have any candy in them. Usually, they just talk to each other. And guard her things. Sometimes she shares her snacks with them, gives them drinks from her sippy cup, or fixes them a meal in her play kitchen.

HOWEVER, now that she has been potty training PEZ candy has been a bit more frequent. She is given her choice of candy from the kitchen stash when she has a successful #2 in the toilet and, whenever they are available, she chooses PEZ.

First, she opens the package and dumps them all out. Then she puts them into the dispensers one by one. She is careful to make sure that each of them get some. Some for Santa. Some for Ariel. Some for Jack Jack.

Twenty minutes later when she’s finally gotten them all in the dispensers (or 2 minutes if she gives in and asks for help), she dumps them all out again.

Then she washes them in her play kitchen sink, and cooks them in a pot on her play kitchen stove. And serves them up on a plate. And eats them with a spork.

Sometimes the process is a little different. Sometimes mom and dad have to help insert the PEZ. Sometimes they don’t get washed in the sink. Sometimes she cooks them in the microwave. Sometimes she drinks them from a cup. Sometimes she stores them in her play kitchen for later (thus the reason she has two colors of PEZ in the above picture). Sometimes she shares. Sometimes she’d rather not.

And sometimes her tongue turns colors from sour blue PEZ.

I think that if she knew it was possible to collect these PEZ dispensers she would be trying to. But I don’t think she has figured that one out yet. Heaven help me when she does.

This PEZ obsession is bad. Really bad. I haven’t seen an obsession this bad since Bryant Jacob’s collection in High School. Bryant, if you happen to read this post, you should send me a picture of your PEZ collection. Seriously.