Mum: Come on, Bunty, eat your breakfast and…

Mum: Come on, Bunty, eat your breakfast and get off to school.

Bunty: I don’t want to go to school.

Mum: You must go.

Bunty: But I don’t want to go. The teachers don’t like me, the children don’t like me – even the caretaker doesn’t like me.

Mum: That may be so, but you still have to go.

Bunty: Why?

Mum: Because you’re the headmaster!