An honest (tasty) mistake

 

Today's hilarious confusion: John's teacher sent a note requesting cans "larger than 12 oz" so the kids could make robots in school. I thought she wanted aluminum cans, so I sent Ned to the jiffy store to pick something up. What sells in cans larger than 12 oz? Beer, of course. So we sent it with John to school today, only to learn that she wanted a food can. Yes, we are parents of the year. And this was Ned's favorite assignment; too bad we failed.