A trail of drip spots on our white tile floor leads from the kitchen to the trash in the laundry room...
Andrea - I didn't do it. (said firmly) I know I couldn't ...wouldn't do it.
Me - I know you didn't do it......wanna know how I know? (said with a mother's knowing smile)
Andrea - Yeah.
Me - Because you never throw anything away in the trash. You just leave it on the counter or in the sink.
Andrea - Hey! That's not true. (laughing) I always throw things away.......I do that! At lunch, I .......(defensive blah blah blah overprotesting. This from a child whose room is perpetually a mess.)
Me - So you're saying you could have done it, then? You do walk that way? You did today?
Andrea - (shaking her head, laughing......then a long sigh) Mom...........you're good.
Me - I'm a mother.
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