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On a sunny Shabbos morning, Shloimie's mother came into his room and said, "Shloimie, it's Shabbos. Time to get up and go to shul! Get up!"
From under the covers came mumbles, "I don't want to go!"
"What do you mean?" she said. "That's silly! Now get up and get dressed for shul!"
"No!" Shloimie shot back. "I'll give you two reasons. I don't like them and they don't like me!"
"Nonsense," she told him. "I'll give YOU two reasons to go. First, you are 42 years old, and second, you are the RABBI!"