'Birthday surprise'

It's no-one's birthday actually. But whilst I was having a 'relaxing' bath (if such a thing exists once you are a parent), I could hear Ophelia outside the door talking to herself about my 'birthday surprise' and rummaging around in the toy kitchen box. I was expecting some sort of pretend cake. Nope. I have the world's biggest mess sculpture. It was certainly a surprise. As I type this, the surprise is still growing. Having emptied the contents of her toy boxes and some of the book shelves, Ophelia has now moved to taking things from our room.