With this in mind, I was quite pleased to see that Sam had mastered the clamber onto the chair beside the sideboard and can reach the apple bowl. I've been remembering to wash them before I put them out so I was happy enough about him helping himself when I was grilling the (totally awesome homemade but I don't like to brag) beefburgers last night.
I looked round a few times and he was contentedly sitting on a chair, nibbling an apple and shouting along to our dinner making 80s synth pop selection.
However, this morning I realised he had nibbled all the apples before making his selection. Hmmm, solutions on a postcard please my wise mummy friends!