>> FWD: Texas School
Date: Wed, 24 Jan 2007 14:04:49 -0500
Subject: 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 has adjusted quite nicely to life in the HOME.
Subject: 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 has adjusted quite nicely to life in the HOME.
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