Charlie’s religion homework this week was to bring in a picture of his favorite food. He could bring a drawing, a photograph, or a picture from a magazine. Due on Wednesday.

How much do you want to bet that I forgot about this until this afternoon? Oh yes.

He wanted a picture of pancakes, but he didn’t want to draw one, and I’m out of ink for my printer so a photo wasn’t an option. While I unloaded the groceries, I tossed him a back issue of Real Simple and told him to look for pancakes. Or anything else that looked yummy, because it was almost dinner time and we needed to get this done, fast.

He flips along for a couple of minutes and then says, “Here, Mama! An orange!”

And proudly holds up an ad for grapefruit flavored vodka. Which does, indeed, have a photo of a grapefruit slice, right next to the bottle.

I handed him some safety scissors and said, “Good work, son.”

(He was able to cut the bottle out of the picture, which was both a relief and a disappointment, honestly.)