"My got my lunch!"

One small boy caught in the act.

We'd been playing animal dominoes. I told him I was going to pop to the loo then make a start on lunch. I came back down stairs and heard a chuckle. "What are you doing?" I asked as I approached the lounge, then spied this..

"What have you got there?!"

"My got my lunch Mummy!"

Clearly a biscuit in each hand is what a toddler calls a balanced diet.