Today he stacked everything that was on his highchair tray.
We have here a jar of jam, a flora tub lid, a beaker, half a red onion and a plate.
The addition of the plate to the pile led to the inevitable:
I don't usually give Nathaniel half onions to play with. He liberated this one himself from the fridge and proceeded to play with it for the next ten minutes. This is when he thought he'd see what it tasted like: