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. 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 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. 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, 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 the 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."
> Her trial starts next month.
>
> 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. 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 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. 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, 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 the 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."
> Her trial starts next month.
