The child is asked to draw at school what his mother’s job is.

The child is asked to draw at school what his mother’s job is. He draws this picture that leaves the teacher speechless. But the child’s mother’s letter to the teacher made us laugh with tears.

Dear Mrs. Jones,

I wish to clarify that I am not now, nor have I ever been, an exotic dancer. I work at Home Depot and I told my daughter how hectic it was last week before the blizzard hit.

Her picture doesn’t show me dancing around a pole. It’s supposed to depict me selling the last snow shovel we had at Home Depot.

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