I tried very hard not to shout, to release my rage on the headmaster. “You’re asking for the impossible!”

“Nothing is impossible.”

“Then you are not as wise as I thought!”

“Who said that I was wise? I merely know what I am talking about….most of the time.”

“I cannot believe you are asking this of me!” Arms full of one giggling baby I turned on my heel and stormed out of the office.  Stampeding my way down the hall, I tried valiantly to ignore the obnoxious gaping mouths.

“Professor! Why do you have a baby in your arms?”

“Detention!”