That time H asked me to come into the kitchen so she could talk to me

H: [Calling from the kitchen] Mommy, can you come in here please?
M: [Calling back from the family room] What do you need, H?
H: No, I want to talk to you in the kitchen.
M: Ok, here I come.
H: [Holding up a post it note she had drawn a few lines on with an accusatory face] Mommy, I gave you this drawing to put on the fridge. But I just found it in the trash can. Was that an accident?
M: Uh... yeah, it was an accident... Sorry about that...