Boots

Did you hear about the teacher who was helping one of her
kindergarten students put his boots on?

He asked for help and she could see why. With her pulling and
him pushing, the boots still didn’t want to go on. When the
second boot was on, she had worked up a sweat. She almost
whimpered 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 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.

He then said, “They’re my brother’s boots. My Mom made me wear
them.” She didn’t know if she should laugh or cry. She mustered
up the grace to wrestle the boots on his feet again.

She said, “Now, where are your mittens?” He said, “I stuffed them
in the toes of my boots…”