graceanne
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Anyone who has ever dressed a child will love this one.....
Did you hear about the 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 --his 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?" And, once
again she struggled to help him pull the ill-fitting boots off his little
feet. No sooner they got the boots off and 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."
Did you hear about the 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 --his 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?" And, once
again she struggled to help him pull the ill-fitting boots off his little
feet. No sooner they got the boots off and 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."