Don't look now, but I think we're being followed

During this phase of life as a mother of young children it is rare that I find alone time. I have been known to seek refuge in my bathroom of all places, just to get a few seconds of quiet. It doesn't last though, before long I hear a little knock on the door, asking what I'm doing (the knock is only if I thought to lock the door). Eden is the best, she is a sneaky little shadow that is fascinated by my every move, I can't shake her.

Seriously is it just me...or am I being followed?