Please, reproach me.

I was reproached the other day. By my son Jack. Over a relatively trivial matter. And my true love observed that I don't like to be reproached. But that's not true. I love being reproached. Because it gives me opportunity and excuse to defend myself. I have an extraordinary knack for making me look good. Even when I've committed a minor wrong or made a grievous error. I practice every day. But some days I need extra incentive. And being reproached does it. I get on my high horse and tell the world please, please reproach me. So that I can do what I am good at. --Jim Broede