The Perils of Pickle

And the saga continues...
in my living room, I have a small sink with a cabinet underneath and one above. I have yet to determine it's purpose. I noticed that someone had written "mommy" in permanent black marker. Having recognized the writing, I called the culprit out. The discussion went something like this:
(Me): "Pickle, who wrote this on the cabinet?"
(Kaelyn): "Well, it's your name, mommy."
(Me, raised eyebrows): Are you saying I wrote that?"
(Kaelyn):Duh mommy...if it's your name, you musta wrote it!"
As the song goes...that's my story and I'm sticking to it....