Dear Mrs. Jones,
I wish to clarify that I am not now, nor have I ever been, and exotic dancer.
I work at Home Depot and I told my daughter how hectic it was last week before the blizzard hit. I told her we sold out of every single snow shovel we had, and how I found one more in the back room and that several people were fighting over who would get it. 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.
From now on I will remember to check her homework more thoroughly before she turns it in.
*Names have been changed to protect the innocent...and the mortified.
Updated: To those who may wonder if I have recently taken a job at Home Depot or if Remi is a prodigy now attending 2nd grade - the answer to both, is a resounding "no." This little mishap did not happen to me, I assure you. For if it had been me drawn on that picture I can assure it would not be money the customers would be throwing at me, but rather blankets. Big, woolly blankets.