It was Monday morning, and Mum was having a tough time preparing a rebellious son for another week at school.
“Nobody likes me,” he groaned. “The teachers don’t like me. The kids don’t like me. I just don’t want to go any more.”
“Pull yourself together,” said his mother. “School can be tough, but at forty years of age and as principal of the school, you’ve just got to go.”
* * * *
A young boy came home from school with a sofa slung across his back and carrying two armchairs.
His father frowned and said, “I’ve told you not to take suites from strangers.”