I don't have a lot of storage in my kitchen so we keep our extra food in boxes under our bed. With that being said, Ben was in the living room playing with toys, and I went in to my office and he followed me, but then turned around and ran back into the living room. A few minutes later I hear crinkle, crinkle, crinkle. Concerned as to what he was into, I went back into the living room, to find the stinky little boy with a bag of daddy chips as my kids call them. In the minute he was by himself, he had gone into my bedroom gotten under the bed and gotten a bag of chips out. He was trying his hardest to get that bag of chips open. Lucky for me, he hasn't mastered that yet.