Little Johnny's teacher was helping him put on his boots. He was really struggling, so she began helping him push them on. The boots still didn't want to go on. Finally, after several minutes the first boot was on. When the second boot was on, she had worked up a sweat.
She almost whimpered when the 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. 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 mustered what grace and courage she had left to wrestle the boots on his feet again.
"Now," she said sweating profusely, "where are your mittens?"
Said Little Johnny "I stuffed them in the toes of my boots. . ."
