This one goes to eleven!

I don't like to post more than once per day, but this one is too good to pass up, even without photographic corroboration.

Thing 4 had just wandered out into the kitchen and I was listening and wondering what those noises were. Dishwasher was shut, so she wasn't heaving knives out of the silverware basket. . . what was it?

When it became too much to bear, I investigated.

Oh.

She was standing on the tall, three-stepped stepstool, hanging onto the open shelves, and carefully, very carefully, taking whole wheat fettucini noodles, one at a time, from their open package and dropping them to the floor.