Hankyyy, the Christmas Pooo

At work today, a random Mr. Hanky the Christmas Poo was discovered on the white board of a conference room. Fast forward fifteen minutes. I'm being pulled aside by my administrator, being asked about the suspicious poo. I act clueless. She knows better. I am instructed to go and erase the naughty poo. I comply, yet can't help but ask, "How did you know that I drew the poo?" Her reply? "I just figured." I wouldn't change my reputation for anything.