The=
teacher 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 than 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.
Hel=
ping him into his coat, she asked, "Now, where are your =
mittens?"
He =
said, "I stuffed ’em in the toes of my boots."
[hat-tip =
to Rhonda for this cute story]
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Dr Bob Griffin =
[email protected] =
www.grif.net
"Jesus =
Knows Me, This I Love!"