Where did she come from?

This is what Rachel did last night: As we were getting ready to play in the living room before dinner, I took off her shoes and socks. I put the socks in her shoes. Then she took the shoes from me, walked out of the living room, through the dining room and hallway and to her bedroom.

I turned on the light and she walked into her room, straight to the drawer under her crib where we keep her shoes, opened it, dropped her shoes in and closed the drawer. Then she matter-of-factly turned around and began walking out of the room.

I applauded her wildly. What else could I do? How did I get this baby? Where did she come from?

Drew swears she has inherited his "order and method" gene. I believe he is right.