Miss Jones was helping one of her kindergarten students put his boots on. Jake had asked for help, and she could see why. With her pulling and him pushing, the boots still didn’t want to go on. When the second boot was on, she had worked up quite a sweat. She almost whimpered when the little boy said, “Teacher, they’re on the wrong feet.” Miss Jones looked, and sure enough, they were.

It wasn’t any easier putting 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.

Jake then announced, “These aren’t my boots.” She bit her tongue and thought “Why didn’t you say so?” Once again, she struggled to help him pull the ill-fitting boots off. He then said, “They’re my brother’s boots. My mom made me wear them.”

Miss Jones didn’t know if she should laugh or cry. She mustered up the grace to wrestle the boots on his feet again. Finally, that task was accomplished, and she asked him, “Now where are your mittens?”

Jake said, “I stuffed them in the toes of my boots.”

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