(Taken directly from an email I sent my friend S this morning. Sometimes these entries just write themselves, don't they?)
We had Mitzvah Day at the temple yesterday; one of the mitzvot--in this case, it means good deeds--we do is create care packages for soldiers overseas.
The kids write holiday cards to the soldiers to include in the packages; lots of "we love you" and "come home soon" and hearts and flowers ...
... except for N's, which read, "Dear Soldier, Hope you win the war. Beet the bad guys with your guns. Love, N."
The woman in charge of that table and I laughed until we cried. Well, after we fixed the handwriting so it didn't look so much like it said "Beet the bad GAYS with your guns."