A Child’s Perspective

Sometimes I wonder what my kids think of me.  Not in the “do they respect and love me the way that befits the Queen that I am” way, but in the me as a human being way.

How many times have we told them stories about ourselves outside of their experience?  If we regale them with a funny anecdote, do they really understand?

I think not:

A girl handed this picture in to her teacher.  The assignment was “What do you want to be when you grow up?”

 

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(Here’s the reply the teacher received the following day)

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 single 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 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.

Sincerely, Mrs. Smith

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