Things went quiet this morning and I went into the front room to find Philip having cracked how to get into the Pringles tub (or did we leave it a bit open), and with about 12 rammed into his mouth. I couldn't be cross as it's rather our fault for leaving them there but on trying to trim his stash down to something more reasonable they all crumbled and went everywhere which led to quite a tantrum. Mornings are never boring any more!