Grumbled eggs

This morning Ellie made me a plate of grumbled eggs, which is her very favourite thing to make out of playdoh. The trouble is, she climbed up on a chair, got the playdoh container down, got the playdoh toys container down, got into the playdoh, made the grumbled eggs and then came and presented them to me. At which point I noticed what she was up to.

Should I be worried that I didn't figure it out earlier? When we were in the same room the whole time?

She was pretty pleased with herself, though...