A mother goes into her son's romm. "You've got to get up for school, Bernie."
Bernie pulls the blankets over his head. "I don't wanna go to school."
"You have to go." the mother says.
"I don't wanna. The teachers don't like me, and all the kids make fun of me."
The mother pulls the blanket down.
"Bernie, you don't have any choice. You have to go to school."
"Yeah," Bernie says. "Give me one good reason."
"You're fifty-two years old and you're the headmaster."(Hindsoe.com)