Sometimes, a young child's art needs no interpretation. Sometimes, though, you have to have one, if only to settle other people's minds. Consider this youngster's enthusiastic rendering of Mommy's job:
The next day, the teacher received Mommy's embarrased explanation:
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. I told her we sold out every snow shovel we had, and then 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 show me selling the last snow shovel we had at Home Depot.From now on I will remember to check her homework more.
I should think so.
