Through the Eyes of a Child

My brother sent this email to me the other day and I could not stop laughing (probably because this is something that would happen to me).

A little girl submitted this to her teacher for a homework assignment:

This letter was sent in by the mother 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