Desperate Times Call for Desperate Measures

Rory was trying to nap on the couch, I was trying to make homemade salsa for the first time, and Mathieu was bored. NOT a good combination. Mathieu kept either going over to Rory and waking her up to play or coming over and bothering me. I was desperate. He didn't want to play with his cars or anything else. So I pulled down the Easter Bucket and just let him have at it. Six Hershey's chocolate eggs later he was out of my hair and playing by himself.