When Chickie Pops Attack

As some of you know, I have a problem. So put together the phrases "second grade," and "bake sale," and, well, you can probably guess what happened.

I tried to pass my psychosis to my son.

I poked around a while on the computer looking for bake sale ideas from other psychotic mothers (guess what- there are not as many of us as I thought), and came up with this from Bakerella:

















I figured we'd only have to make, oh, say, four thousand of them at fifty cents a piece to pay a few kids' ways to the end-of-the-year zoo trip. Buddy and I started in, and Josh walked in and said, "wow, fifty cents? When I worked at the hospital, we would have priced those at $2.50."

That's when it really sunk in. Fifty cents. These were going to cost fifty cents.

So I bought some marshmellows and started making Rice Krispie Treats.

Ok, so not exactly just Rice Krispie Treats. More like Rice Krispie Nests With Jelly Bean Eggs in Them. I can't quit cold turkey. It's too much to ask in this stage of my life.

But Buddy was pretty sold on the Chickie Pops by this time, so I couldn't back out entirely. So I did something different.

I had fun.

Usually, I get real cranked up about everything looking perfect and Josh ends up sending the children outside so I can say bad words without corrupting their small minds. But this time Buddy and I ended up laughing so hard we couldn't breathe about how monstrophic some of them turned out (you can't tell by the picture. You'll have to trust me on this one).

And it was totally worth it.

Plus, we have about 64,000 Rice Krispie Nests for sale. Fifty cents each.