Questionable daddy skills

Last night my daughter wanted to go out, and I didn't feel like staying in the house either, so I took her to Barnes and Noble. I knew that we were going to violate one rule, that being bed-time at 8:30, but I figured since we break that rule every time mommy is away, it wasn't a big deal. The other rule I broke was the "always watch the daughter like a hawk rule". I usually break this rule every time I am responsible for the daughter (it isn't saved for the special occasions when my wife isn't home for bedtime). So we get to Barnes and Noble and I grab two personal finance books and head to the children's section with Abby to let her play with the train and look at books. I was seated at a small table and Abby was wandering around checking everything out. The place was pretty empty, which by the end of this event I was glad of, and thus it was pretty quiet. A strange sound broke the silence. It sounded like a large deck of cards, large in size and number, was just riffle shuffled. Immediately following the strange noise a sweet voice said "I guess I better pick these all up". I immediately recognized the voice as the one that belongs to my daughter. As I walked over to where the noise came from, I noticed thin children's books scattered all over the floor and a half empty rotating wire display rack. Abby was calmly putting books back into the display. I asked here what happened and she replied that she was spinning it and she guessed she got it going too fast. I guess she somehow overcame the centrifugal force that should have kept them in their place. It was funny to see her response was so laissez-faire we just picked up the mess and moved on. This shows her nature I guess.