“I am a cricket fan,” a first-standard teacher explains to her class. “Who likes cricket?”
Everyone raises a hand except one little girl. “Rosie,” the teacher says, surprised. “Why didn’t you raise your hand?”
“I’m not a cricket fan.”
“Well, if you are not a cricket fan, then what game do you like?”
“Football,” Rosie answers.
“Why in the world are you a football fan?”
“Because my mom and dad are football fans.”
“That’s no reason to be a football fan,” the teacher replies, annoyed. “You don’t always have to be just like your parents. What if your mom and dad were morons? What would you be then?”
“A cricket fan.”
Everyone raises a hand except one little girl. “Rosie,” the teacher says, surprised. “Why didn’t you raise your hand?”
“I’m not a cricket fan.”
“Well, if you are not a cricket fan, then what game do you like?”
“Football,” Rosie answers.
“Why in the world are you a football fan?”
“Because my mom and dad are football fans.”
“That’s no reason to be a football fan,” the teacher replies, annoyed. “You don’t always have to be just like your parents. What if your mom and dad were morons? What would you be then?”
“A cricket fan.”
