Did you hear about the Texas teacher who was helping one of her
kindergarten students put on his cowboy boots? He asked for help and she
could see why. Even with her pulling and him pushing, the little boots
still didn't want to go on.
By the time they got the second boot on, she had worked up a sweat.
She almost cried when the little boy said, "Teacher, they're on the
wrong feet." She looked, and sure enough, they were. I t wasn't any
easier pulling the boots off than it was putting them on. She managed to
keep her cool as, together, they worked to get the boots back on,
this time, on the right feet.
He then announced, "These aren't my boots." She bit her tongue, rather
than get right in his face and scream, "Why didn't you say so?", like she
wanted to. Once again she struggled to help him pull the
ill-fitting boots off his little feet. No sooner had they gotten the
boots off when he said, "They're my brother's boots. My Mom made me
wear 'em."
Now she didn't know if she should laugh or cry. But she
mustered up what grace and courage she had left to wrestle the boots
on his feet again. Helping him into his coat, she asked, "Now,
where are your mittens?"
He said, "I stuffed 'em in the toes of my boots."