I just don’t wanna go to school!

Mom: Time to wake up and go to school!

Son: No, I don’t wanna go to school today!

Mom: But you have to go to school.

Son: But, I don’t wanna go to school.

Mom: Give me three good reasons why you should stay home, and I will give you three reasons why you need to go to school.

Son: Well, all the students hate me… and… All the teachers hate me… and… I just don’t wanna go to school!
Mom: Well, I have a lot to do today, and I can’t take care of you today…

Two, you are over 40-years-old…

And three, you are the principal.

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