Easter biscuits

An egg hunt at playgroup was followed by a trip to the paint shop. R went to sleep in the car and was so zonked I had to to carry him in the house where I laid him down carefully. He promptly woke up and decided not to sleep for the rest of the day. Ahh well, we made biscuits instead (which to my surprise turned out quite well) and tasted exactly like Bourbons. R helped with the mixing, rolling and decorating. The only small blip being when he up-ended the Hundreds and Thousands on the floor.