[cobra de capell]

One Sunday morning, a mother awoke, climbed the stairs to her son's room, and knocked on the door.

"Rise and shine, Son. It's time to get ready for Mass."

There was no answer, so she knocked a little harder, and called a little louder.

"Come on, honey. It's time to get up and go to Mass."

She still heard nothing. This time she pounded the door with her fist, and shouted.

"Son, now get up. We're going to be late for Mass."

A weak voice answered, "I'm not going."

"What do you mean, 'you're not going.' You have to go to Mass."

"I'm not going, Ma. Church is boring, the music's awful, and the preaching is worse."

The mother paused a moment, then said, "I'm sorry you feel that way, son, but you're the only priest in town, so you're going to Mass."