We keep Spencer's food in a plastic storage bin, the kind with the handles that lock the lid down, in the kitchen by her bowls. Adam is fascinated with her bowls. He splashes in her water dish and carries around her food dish in his hands (usually) and in his mouth (sometimes, if he's in a rush).
This morning I was making us a tasty ham and asiago cheese omelette to split. Adam was toddling around in the kitchen, opening drawers and stowing his toys in them, then running away roaring (Literally, roaring. Think of the sound a pterodactyl makes; that is what Adam sounds like.) in laughter because, apparently, he is hilarious.
Then I notice: he's chewing on something. What is it? I turn around and he had unhitched the top of Spencer's food bin and she and he were feasting like kings, faces down in the dog food. In his defense the pieces look strikingly similar to those little Gerber finger foods.
My brother used to eat dog food and asphalt, so I'm pretty sure Adam's going to be all right.
He's a devilish little thing.
Update at 13:31
I could hear the kibbles and bits pitter patter on the kitchen floor as I was folding laundry.
Notice how he acts like he was just messing around and NOT going to eat any? Then he nonchalantly leaves with a "Hm!" Which I can only guess means, "What do you know. My hypothesis was correct. Objects always fall towards the ground when not present in a vacuum. I shall call it, 'gravity'."