Christmas Sense

It is a running joke in our house that our oldest has a Christmas Sense, or more to the point a Present Sense. I don't know how she does it, but year after year she knows when her gifts enter the house. One particular year we were wrapping gifts late at night with the kids snug in their beds when who walks in?? Yup, we were busted. She even surveyed the loot and told us which toy she wanted. We have learned to lock the door when the wrapping begins and even then we hear a small hand trying to turn the knob. This year has been no different. Last night Cici walked into our room saying that she couldn't sleep. I was alone because Paul was out getting the loot. Well, just as she was in my room who do I hear enter the house? There was no time, I couldn't even text him to stay downstairs. They past each other in the hall and I heard him gasp at the surprise ambush and she just giggled. This morning she announced that she knew where dad had been last night and I had her vow to keep it a secret from the other two. Busted.