Did you hear about the Texas teacher who was helping one of her
kindergarten students put on his shoes?
He asked for help and she could see why. Even with her pulling and him
pushing, the little shoes still didn't want to go on. By the time they got
the second shoe 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 shoes off than It was putting them on. She managed to keep her cool as, together, they worked to get the shoes back on, this time on the right feet. He then announced "These aren't my shoes."
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 shoes off his little feet. No sooner had they
gotten the shoes off when he said, "They're my brother's shoes. 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 shoes 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 shoes."
...She will be eligible for parole in three years.