Every day unexplained circles of toys, books, and baby paraphernalia mysteriously appear throughout the house. Above one has carved itself out in our entryway. Its tight perimeter contrasts wildly with the more freeform crap circle, berhaps better called a crap nebula, that sprouted in the living room.
The grids and parallel placement of the maracas imply an intelligent designer.
Just when I thought I had an excuse to call Fox Mulder and request a thorough probe, I found that the source of the mystery in action! As you can see, it was plainly terrestrial.
Drat those meddling kids!