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The Cowboy Boots (Anyone who has ever dressed a child will love this
one!)
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 onto his feet again.
Helping him into his coat, she asked, "Now, where are your mittens?"
He
said, "I stuffed 'em into the toes of my boots."
...She will be eligible for parole in three years.
one!)
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 onto his feet again.
Helping him into his coat, she asked, "Now, where are your mittens?"
He
said, "I stuffed 'em into the toes of my boots."
...She will be eligible for parole in three years.