Thursday Special ~ 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.

I’m not sure whether it was Mayo or Ramana who sent this, so I will just say Thanks Guys!

9 thoughts on “Thursday Special ~ Boots

  1. The Old Fossil

    It reminds me of a true story of one of my classmates in the first grade. It was winter in Kansas and half of us had runny noses. Bobby wiped his nose on his coat sleeve and Miss Bonny asked him if he knew what his handkerchief was for.

    Bobby said, “Sure.”

    The next time his nose was running, he wiped it with his coat sleeve … and then dutifully wiped his coat sleeve off with his handkerchief!

  2. Grannymar Post author

    Fossie – That reminds me of a young lad who lived down the avenue from us when we were young. He was known as Candlesticks, I don’t think he knew what his coat sleeve, never mind a handkerchief, was for!

  3. Grannymar Post author

    Maria G – Now I know why my mother stitched my mittens to a long elastic cord that she threaded through my coat sleeves.

    Jay – Glad you enjoyed it.

  4. Rummuser

    It must have been me. I have a brother who can do things like stuffing socks into his shoes and wearing my polished shoes and going away before I get to put on shoes.


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