Dear Georgia,

You drew on the couch last night. 
In orange crayon. 
I was mad, and I yelled at you to go to your room. 
You cried, and went upstairs.
I cleaned the couch.  No harm done (thank goodness for Woolite furniture cleaner).
You eventually got to come out of your room, after I'd had time to recover from the initial shock of an orange couch.
The evening went on as normal.
Bedtime came, and I tucked you in but forgot to give you a kiss.  I turned around and went back to your bed, nuzzled your face a little and told you I love you.
"I'm sorry I colored the couch."

I forgive you, sweetie.  I'm sorry I yelled at you.

Love,
Mommy