It was working pretty well except that I felt they were getting unnecessarily stuffed in their quest for the chocolate. At least it was with (half) healthy stuff, though, right?
I discovered, however, that they’re becoming pretty stealthy in their methods: I found a half-eaten piece of turkey bacon crumpled into the little coffee pot of their play kitchen, and I’ll just bet that whichever sneaky little bastard did it also received his googly eye.
That’s okay, though, because I was hungry, and after I flicked off the random pieces of dried Play-Doh and birdseed and sand and whatever the hell else they’ve stuffed into that vessel over the last couple of years, I ate it. It made a good snack.
Everybody wins. My only regret is that I ate it before I had a chance to take a picture of it.