After her daughter drew a small pickup truck, the teacher molded her into a unruly and willful bad child, who was violently attacked by everyone.

My daughter held up her drawing book, pointing at the row of cars parked in our garage, asking which one she should draw.

That’s when I found out her kindergarten had assigned homework: little ones had to draw their family car.

And write a sentence: "My dad's car is a XX brand, and he drives this car every day to take me to kindergarten."

My brows furrowed at this assignment. Was this just a sneaky way to peek into our financial standing?

I knelt down, stroking Daisy’s head. "Draw whichever one you like best, sweetie."