My little escape artist

The other day I was busy with something, either the dishes in the kitchen or the bathroom. I am not so sure anymore. BUT I was busy and the kids were downstairs with me - or so I thought. When I was done with what I was doing, it was so quiet and there was a far voice from my daughter making noise that almost sounded like calling me....
Mmmh, where could she be?
Well, I didn't have to look too far - she was on the top of the stairs looking down and what sounded like: 'Mami, I am here, upstairs, I did it all by myself, and I know that I cannot climb down yet, and I don't know how to close the gate either.'
Okay, little girl, I need to keep a closer eye on you!!!