Boy Child came home with a note from his teacher which said the class needed certain things to be donated. Among them were water bottles with the caps attached, men's plain white t-shirts with no pockets, and magazines.
Since I'm an Environmental Specialist, I can't be trusted to recycle appropriately and don't keep water bottles. Jason has some plain white t-shirts, but he wears them until they have no underarms. That left magazines, and again since I can't be trusted to recycle, I have lots.
So I said to Boy Child, "Get some magazines there and take them to your class."
He was very pleased.
So, okay, I wasn't actually paying attention to what he was taking. I was doing important, life-altering stuff like talking on the phone to my sister and eating a pretzel.
You know where this is going right?
Boy Child brings home a note from his teacher.
Which says, "Thank you very much for the the magazines. It was very thoughtful of you to contribute to our class. However, we don't think Rolling Stone is appropriate for the fourth grade."
I think he took the extra special "We're all slutty bitches issue" too.