It was a freezing winter afternoon, and a *primary school teacher* was helping one of her students put on his snow boots before heading home.
He’d asked for help, and she quickly saw why — even with her *pulling* and him *pushing*, those stubborn little boots just wouldn’t go on.
By the time they got the second boot on, she was sweating like she’d run a marathon.
Then the boy looked up and said,
*”These aren’t my boots.”*
She paused. Bit her tongue. Took a deep breath.
She wanted to scream, *”Why didn’t you tell me that ten minutes ago?!”* — but instead, she patiently began pulling the boots back off.
Just as the second boot finally popped off, he added,
*”They’re my brother’s boots. But my mom made me wear them today.”*
Now the poor teacher didn’t know whether to laugh, cry, or just walk out into the snow forever.
Still, with a heroic sigh, she slid the boots back on, round two.
Finally done, she helped him into his coat and asked,
*”Where are your mittens?”*
He smiled and said,
*”Oh, I stuffed ’em in the toes of my boots!”*
