“I am not going to school anymore,” said the boy, when he returned in the evening.
“What happened?” his mother lifted his chin and tried to cheer him with a smile.
“My teacher is yet to make up her mind,” said the boy.
“What do you mean?”
“Well, mamma, three days back she said four and four makes eight. Yesterday, she told us five and three make eight. Today she says seven and one make eight. I won’t go to school till she decides which is right and which is not,” the boy said in all innocence.
