>
> Did you hear about the teacher who was helping one of her kindergarten students put on his 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.
>
> It 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 correct 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 got the boots off when he said,
> 'They're my brother's boots. My Mum 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.'
> Did you hear about the teacher who was helping one of her kindergarten students put on his 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.
>
> It 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 correct 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 got the boots off when he said,
> 'They're my brother's boots. My Mum 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.'
