Mr. Kimble had his first peep last night. He wasn't sure about it for a while, but finally moved his hand towards it rather slowly.
Then he bit of his head, innately understanding that the only true and rightful way to eat a peep, is to decapitate it.
When all was said and done, and the poor peep was put out of his misery, Kimble wasn't completely sold in the little crystallized marshmallow chic. That's perfectly alright. We are more of a chocolate and peanut butter type of family anyway.