Trying To Get Away With It

Anna is sitting at the table. Her plate is empty. She lets me know that she is ready for dessert.
Mommy goes to the sink to wash her hands.
Mommy encounters the remains of Anna's dinner. At the bottom of the drain.
Mommy whacks her toe on the step stool that is pulled up in front of the sink.

After some questioning and a bit of a heart-to-heart regarding the importance of truth and trust and being thankful, it comes down to this:

Me: "Anna, is that your dinner in the sink?"
Anna: "Mommy, it just slipped in there... I mean, there were all these little legs..."