In the last few weeks, P has been eating like crazy (as I write this he is shovelling his shreddies in with his hands). He has a hobbitish second breakfast at about ten, usually out and about, as here - he shows he's ready for it by either pawing at the bag that contains the banana/peanut butter rice cakes/dried fruit/ham slices or climbing onto a nearby bench. We're taking advantage of this surge of interest in food to ditch the bottles of cow's milk he's been having in the daytime for the last few months, which he seems to have taken in his stride.