At least she is honest

While I dressed Lincoln and Rob was getting ready for work, we thought Greta had gone downstairs to wait for breakfast, as she usually busies herself in the playroom while we get in gear for the day. Noticing that it was very quiet as I started down the steps with Lincoln, I sang out, "GREH-ta, what're you DOOOOing?" There was a brief pause and then this robust sing-song response: "Playing with the ehhh-hegs!" I raced into the kitchen and this is what I saw:

A room full of toys six feet away, and she prefers to entertain herself with the most fragile item in our fridge. I would love to get inside her mind and see what inspired her to play with them!