Apologetic? Maybe...

The sweet, sorrowful voice of my eldest child sounded apologetic enough. "I'm so sorry, Mama. I really am. I didn't mean to spill the popcorn. It was a asktident." It certainly sounded sincere enough. She has been so apologetic about many things lately that I didn't think much of it. She takes me to the scene of the accident, and it looks like much more than an "asktident" to me. The entire bag of popcorn (or what hadn't been consumed at that point) was spread over just about every inch of my kingsize bed... a little spread out too well. I told her an accident wouldn't be a bazillion pieces, but maybe a few pieces and they wouldn't have been spread all over my bed either. Suddenly realizing that I might not be as forgiving as I was before I saw the mess, she quickly said "Caelan did it."