Francine only blinked three times at the pineapple, then grinned, because clearly she was never going to have to worry about providing an excuse for missing Relationships class again.

Her lack of drawing skills remained the same, of course, but she sat down, grabbed some crayons, and set to work anyway.

Under the picture, she wrote, "My sympathies. At least you're three dimensional and yummy?" Then she clapped her hand over her mouth. Teacher! Wife! Only kind of Not what she meant! She quickly scribbled beneath that, "Because you're a fruit, I mean!"