The kids in the neighborhood held an election. The grownups were astonished that a four-year-old had been elected president.
“That boy must be a born leader,” one dad observed. “How does it happen that all you bigger boys voted for him?”
“Well, you see, Dad,” one boy replied, “he cannot very well be secretary because he does not know how to write. He would not do for treasurer because he is not able to count. He would never do for sergeant-at-arms because he is too little to throw anybody out. If we did not choose him for anything, he would feel bad. So we made him president.”
