There was a teacher who was helping one of her kindergarten students put
on his boots. 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 finally on, she had worked up a sweat. She almost
whimpered when the little boy said..."Teacher, they are 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 are my brothers boots. My mom made me
wear them." The teacher didn't know whether to 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."
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