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
Jake said, “I stuffed them in the toes of my boots.”
(Havenâ€™t we all taught Jake at one time?