The PTA took my baby away...

I just got back from registering my kid for school - 5th grade - and man, do those PTA leeches take a bite! I mean, I'm all about some PTA, and the fee per kid is only $4.00, but it's just like a phone bill. By the time all the extras and suggested donations and supply kits and agendas (I didn't ever have no agendas when I was a muffin, just a raggedy-assed notebook with Van Halen logos drawn all over it) and bullet-proof book covers and covers for the book covers and - you see what I mean.
$3,478 later, we are proud PTA parents once again.

As I was finishing up the mini-mountain of paperwork, including writing the same emergency contact info on 14 different cards and forms, the new science teacher reached behind his seat and pulled out a brochure and a business card, covered it with his hand, and said, "This is not related in any way. Just though you folks might be interested." Is this clown shilling Amway? I though as I took the brochure, or some kind of Intelligent Design foolishness?

Imagine my relief when I looked down at a brochure for a summer international village program, some kind of pinko-lefty one-world feelgoody kind of UNICEF claptrap. Thank God, he's just a hippie. I can deal with that.