I was late to work today because I got stuck behind a bus with its lights on. It was stopped in front of a house, where I could clearly see two parents standing around a tree. I thought maybe there was a cat stuck in the tree?
Nope. It was a kid.
A kid who didn't want to go to school, and climbed a tree. And wouldn't come down.
Eventually the bus drove off, and so did I, but not before I decided that that kid hates Mondays as much as the rest of the world, and his coping mechanism seems pretty foolproof to me. So if you need me, I'll be in a tree, avoiding responsibility.