training for the Olympics?

Our house now has two fewer towel bars than it did a few days ago. Yesterday, Chris found the towel bar and towels on the floor of the hallway bathroom, but no one saw Eliza do it. Then this morning, I was in the master bathroom when right in front of my eyes, Eliza grabbed the towel bar and started swinging: Wheeeeeee!

"Please let go! It's not . . ."

*crunch*

". . . a toy."

Eliza fell down on her tush, bar still in hand. "Uh-oh. I fall down!" Indeed.