The Perils of Being a Mom: Or, How Your Kids See You

I received this recently from a friend: Someone had sent it to her. Through the beautiful magic of forwarding emails, I'd like to share what some child had turned in as homework:
The letter that was sent to the teacher the following day is enough to make your sides hurt:

Dear Miss 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, Miss Smith