EWWWWWW

So the other day I was sitting on the couch fixing Rylee's hair and one of the rubber bands fell in between the seat cushion and the arm rest. So i reach down there to retrieve the lost item and what do I find.....Yup, that would be the pile of disgustingness I pulled from that hidden area. Miscellaneous items such as a petrified piece of string cheese, wrappers from stolen candy cane kisses from the freezer, pretzels, clementine peel, etc....
Ewwwwwwwwwwwww

So I pull Rylee up onto the couch to sit next to me and I ask her why in the WORLD she would stuff her trash down there, ESPECIALLY food items, and this is our conversation-

Rylee: (stated very matter-of-fact) Well, I was sitting on the couch and I didn't want to get up . So I looked and saw a line and I thought it was a trash can

Me: And whyyyyy would you think the couch is a trash can, Rylee? Trash needs to go in the trash can, NOT the couch!

Rylee: Oh sorry Mom can I watch Backyardigans and have some fruit snacks? (i wrote that as one sentence because that is how she said it)

I really think it sunk in, what do you think? Or perhaps I should regularly check her little hiding place...

(Thank goodness I found her little trash stash instead of a guest or something. Although...I guess posting about it for all blogland to see isn't too smart either.... Whatever, after getting it cleaned up I thought it was kinda funny--in a very gross and if-she-continues-to-do-it-she-will-be-punished sort of way)