A sweet young teacher was helping one of her kindergarten st=
udents put his boots on and the student is not volunteering any information=
=2E He asked for help and the teacher could see why. With her p=
ulling and him pushing, the boots still didn’t want to go on.
By the time =
the second boot was on, she had worked up a sweat. She almost whimper=
ed when the little boy then said, "Teacher, they’re on the wrong feet.=
"
She looked, and sure enough, they were. It wasn’t any e=
asier pulling the boots off than it was putting them on. She managed =
to keep her cool as together they managed to get the boots back on — this =
time on the right (correct) feet.
=
He then announced, "These are=
not my boots." She bit her tongue rather than get right in his =
face and scream, "Why didn’t you say so?" like she wanted t=
o.
Once again, she helped him pull the ill-fitting boots off. =
He then said, "They’re my brother’s boots. My Mom made me=
wear them."
At this point she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.&n=
bsp; She mustered up the grace to wrestle the boots onto his feet again.
S=
he said, "Now, where are your mittens?"
He said, "I s=
tuffed them into the toes of my boots."
[Sounds of incoherent mumblin=
g]
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Dr Bob Griffin
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"Jesus Knows Me, This I Love!"