It seems that one day a kindergarten teacher was helping one of her 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. Finally, when the second boot was on, she had worked up a sweat. She almost cried when the little boy said, “Teacher, they’re on the wrong feet.” She looked down and, sure enough, they were.
It wasn’t any easier pulling the boots off than it was putting them on. But she managed to keep her cool as together they worked to get the boots back on—this time on the right feet. And it was only then that he announced, “These aren’t my boots.”
She bit her tongue rather than scream, “Why didn’t you say so?” like she wanted to. And once again, she struggled to help him pull the ill-fitting boots off his little feet. No sooner had they got the boots off then he said, “They’re my brother’s boots. My Mom made me wear ’em today.”
Stifling a scream, she mustered up the grace and courage she had left to wrestle the ill-fitting boots on his feet again. Helping him into his coat, she asked, “Now, where are your mittens?”
To which he replied, “I stuffed ’em in the toes of my boots.”
Contributed by: Ken Kersten