The teacher who was helping one of her kindergarten students, Little Johnny put his boots on. He 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 a sweat. She almost whimpered when Little Johnny 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.

Little Johnny 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 do. Once again she struggled to help him pull the ill-fitting boots off.
Little Johnny then said,
“They’re my brother’s boots. My Mom made me wear them.”
She didn’t know if she should laugh or cry.

She then mustered up the grace to wrestle the boots onto his feet again.
She said, “Now, where are your mittens?”
Little Johnny said,
“Oh, I stuffed them in the toes of my boots…”