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!”