When I grow up…

For homework, a class in New South Wales (Australia) were asked to draw their parents at work.
This is Jessica’s drawing: 
 

(I’ve seen this many times before, but I hadn’t seen the letter the mother sent to the teacher)

Dear Mrs. Jackson,

I wish to clarify that I am not now, nor have I ever been, an exotic dancer.  
I work at Bunnings and I told my daughter how hectic it was last week after the floods hit.  
I told her we sold out every single shovel we had and then I found one more in stock and 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 shovel we had in the store.
From now on I will remember to check her homework before she hands it in.

Sincerely,
Erica Cameron

Thanks Bitsy

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