This is why Easter makes my mom crazy

So my mother likes Peeps. And when I say "likes" I mean "yearns for". Anyway, being the charming daughter I am, I got her two boxes of Peeps, one of which was INVADED by ants who now live in my kitchen, searching for more Peeps. Thank, Mom. Anyway, a week after I give her the untouched box, I receive this series of text messages: 

6:27 pm April 14, 2009: 

Mom: Get more peeps. 

Me: I think you've had enough peeps.

Mom: And?

*15 minutes later*

Mom: Peeeeps. 

*5 minutes later*

Mom: Peeeps. 

Me: No more peeps now. Going to yoga. 

Mom: Nooo. Once a year. 

Me: Yoga now. 

Was that the end of it? Oh hells no. This woman is on a freaking mission. 

3:45 pm the following day:

Mom: Nutz wants peeps. 

Me: You're obsessed.

Mom: Peeps season is short.

Me: They have them all the freaking time.

Mom: R u sure?

Me: Omg yes.

Mom: Life is good. 

5:54 pm April 22, 2009:

Mom: Peeps.

Mom, I didn't teach you how to text so you could badger me about fake marshmallow that explodes in the microwave. Also, does anyone else find that link distressing from a psychosis standpoint?