(Anyone who has ever dressed a child will love this)
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. 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 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."
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. 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 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."
