A new first year primary school teacher was helping one of her pupils put on his boots before heading home.
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 still managed to keep her cool as, together for the second time they struggled to get the boots back on, this time on the correct feet.
He then announced, 'Teacher, 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.
So yet again she struggled to help him pull the ill-fitting boots off his little feet.
No sooner had they got the boots off when he said, 'They're my brother's boots. My Mum 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, yet again, wrestle the boots on his feet again - for the third time!.
Helping him into his coat, she asked, 'Now, where are your gloves?'
He said, 'I stuffed 'em in the toes of my boots!'
She will be eligible for parole in three years. _________________
YO HO HO HO.............A PIRATE'S LIFE FER ME!
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