Stuff T eats...the lunchbox edition

So this morning, when I heard the pantry doors open {while I was pulling myself out of bed and rubbing my eyes}, 

I knew I had to get in there quickly before T found something inappropriate to eat.  

When I saw him attempting to open a package of bread and the bag of flour safely on the floor I sighed a breath of relief.

Then I saw the lunchbox on the counter.

Apparently T felt like a few olives for breakfast...

....all is forgiven though because he was cute enough to get himself featured on the Woman's Day blog...