1 A Child's Boots Fri Feb 13, 2009 3:25 am
K-BIKE
Life time member
Did you hear about the teacher who
was helping one of her primary students put on his boots,
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.
Once again she struggled to help him pull the
ill-fitting boots off his little feet.
No sooner had they got the boots
off when he said, 'They're my brother's boots. My Mum made me wear
them..'
Now she didn't know if she should laugh or cry.
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 them in the toes of my boots.'
Her
trial starts next month
was helping one of her primary students put on his boots,
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.
Once again she struggled to help him pull the
ill-fitting boots off his little feet.
No sooner had they got the boots
off when he said, 'They're my brother's boots. My Mum made me wear
them..'
Now she didn't know if she should laugh or cry.
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 them in the toes of my boots.'
Her
trial starts next month