A kindergarten teacher was helping one of the children put on his cowboy boots. He’d asked for help and she could see why. Even with her pulling and him pushing, the boots didn't want to go on, and she had worked up a sweat by the time they eventually got them on.

She almost cried when he 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. However, she managed to keep her cool as together they worked to get the boots back on, this time on the right feet.

He 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 his little feet. They had finally got them off when he said, 'they're my brother's boots. Mum made me wear 'em.'

Now she didn't know if she should laugh or cry. But she mustered up what grace and courage she had left to wrestle the boots onto his feet again.

Helping him into his coat, she asked, 'Now, where are your mittens?'

'I stuffed 'em in the toes of my boots.'

She will be eligible for parole in just over three years. . .