Sweet trouble

Things just seem to happen when I nurse. I wonder why that is? Today it became increasingly quite and I realized Aaron was downstairs. When I opened the door, this is what I found.
Caught red handed... or maybe brown handed.
Aaron pulled down the Sams club sized box of hot chocolate. I'm not sure if it was the taste or the sand like texture that lured him in. Maybe both. Either way, by the time I got to him he had emptied at least 5 packets and had one in his mouth. What a mess! "No Aaron, its not sand. I know you don't have a sandbox of your own but we just can't make one out of hot chocolate. Sorry honey."
Maybe he simply inherited a chocolate addiction like his mommy!?