Naughty?

Was it my fault that the two guys who came to check the ventilation had to go inside the walk-in closet? Was it my fault that a couple of things, including an opened bag of chewing sticks, fell to the floor? And that mum grabbed everything and tossed it on the floor in the bedroom? Was it, really, my fault that she left the house and and also the door to said bedroom open?

When she got back, I had brought the bag to my bed in the red armchair. She exclaimed a few non-blippable things and noticed that some of the sticks where no longer full-length. Bad timing, I know, but it was just too much of a temptation, and not really my fault. Or?