Seriously?

I'm sitting at my desk (which is right outside Parker's door) frantically trying to get a few things done while the girls are supposed to be napping, when I hear the clinking of a fork against a plate. That's strange, both girls appear to be in their rooms. I race downstairs to see if someone (Parker) is at the table eating the rest of lunch that had been abandon. I notice that Parker's plate is missing from the table, but can't find her anywhere. Thinking she might have snuck downstairs to finish up, I look in the laundry room, all the corners and under the table. Nothing. I'm thinking I've lost my mind, where could the plate have gone? So, I head back upstairs to my desk, thinking I'll pop my head into her room to see how the nap is progressing. I find her sitting in her bed, plate in lap, using her fork to eat the remaining chicken and broccoli. wow, just wow. How did I not hear her go downstairs, carry a plate of food - with silverware back upstairs (with one arm in cast) get into her room, close the door, climb into bed and proceed to eat a meal I previously battled her to eat.
This story takes place about 10 minutes after I found her with my Clinique powder poured out all over her sheets, also while I thought she was in her room.