Someone described this to me as "Hansel and Gretel, you follow the trail of toys and you are sure to find your toddler at the end!"
What is it? This is, what I'm now learning, something all parents of toddlers deal with. The infamous ill toy box! The one that throws up all over your living room! Sadly we have 2 toy boxes with this illness. They just can't seem to control themselves.
At the end of a day I clean up the living room. I then move on to the kitchen and dining room, picking up all the random toys Amelia dropped when she decided food was more interesting. Alas when I return to the tidy living room I find Amelia with her head in the toy box, helping it expel all those nasty toys upsetting it's stomach.
It's endless!