My youngest child told me LAST NIGHT that she was supposed to bring for a class project TODAY, a remembrance of a dead relative or friend for Day of the Dead, which will be left in the classroom this week for others’ perusal.

We came up with three relatives who’d died, but the only one my kid knew from personal memories was Victim.

My kid quietly but with conviction announced Victim was the person she wanted to bring to this project, so last night we went through Victim’s things and found an item that satisfied my kid’s sense of personal connection and yet was worthless enough to be left in a classroom.

The item was somewhat unusual (foreign currency from Victim’s wallet) and I expect it may garner interest because of the money aspect and the country of origin. Anyway, sending out good vibes to the teacher, who may not have known what can of worms she was opening up when she asked a bunch of middle schooler to talk about the recently deceased.

This text is hot off the presses. Just like my boobs!