In which my two-year-old completely freaks me out

We moved our bedroom down to the basement this weekend so guests don't have to go traipsing through our bedroom to get to the bathroom and so we can finally have an actual dining room.  With a table and everything.  No more eating on the couch.  And we have room for our Christmas Yule Holiday tree.

So things are in a state of disarray and I'm slowly trying to clean and organize it all.

I put Lily to bed last night and went downstairs to tackle the mountain of clothes that needed to be put away.  A little while later I went back upstairs to bring some towels and some of Lily's clothes up and get a glass of water.  So I was putting things away in the kitchen, then I walked into the living room and my sweet, beautiful daughter scared me half to death.

She was sitting silently on the couch.  She had been there the whole time.

"Play wif my toy," she said simply, holding up her toy airplane we recently unearthed from the basement.

My mind boggled.  The child gate was still latched in front of her closed bedroom door and the bathroom door to her room was still locked.  I have absolutely no idea how she got out of her bedroom.  She must have ninja-climbed over the gate and shut her door.  I didn't hear a thing from downstairs, and I was listening.