Post by 4pointer on Nov 8, 2006 10:41:51 GMT -5
>
> You've gotta love kids!
>
>
> COWBOY BOOTS
>
>
> 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. By the time
they
> got the second boot 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 gotten the boots off when 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
> what 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."
>
>
>
>
> She will be eligible for parole in three years.
>
> You've gotta love kids!
>
>
> COWBOY BOOTS
>
>
> 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. By the time
they
> got the second boot 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 gotten the boots off when 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
> what 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."
>
>
>
>
> She will be eligible for parole in three years.
>
