A teacher was attempting to help one of her kindergarten students put on his winter boots. Even with her pulling and him pushing, the little boots still did not want to go on. By the time they got the second boot on, the teacher had worked up a sweat.
She almost cried when the little boy said, “Miss Brown, 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 — this time on the right feet.
He then announced, “Miss Brown, 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 really 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 are my brother’s boots. My Mom made me wear them.”
By now, the teacher did not know whether to 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?”
The boy said, “I stuffed ‘em in the toes of my boots.”
She will be eligible for parole in three years.
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