When I got home, the little caddy in the kitchen was slightly askew. I figured my husband bumped into it as he left for work.
Then I walk into the dining room. On the floor is a bag of whole wheat flour and a slightly drooled on but not chewed up bag of brown sugar the contents of both untouched, but for carrying them out here. It was then I noticed the open cabinet on the caddy.
Abby apparently thought I was hiding some strange stuffies in the cabinet and put them out on the floor with the rest of her toys.