A Texas kindergarten teacher was helping a little boy put on his cowboy boots. Even with her pulling and him pushing, they barely fit. By the time the second boot was on, she was sweating.
Then the boy said, “Teacher, they’re on the wrong feet.”
She sighed, pulled them off, and carefully put them back on correctly.
That’s when he added, “These aren’t my boots.”
She bit her tongue, removed them again, and asked why he hadn’t said so earlier.
“They’re my brother’s,” he explained. “Mom made me wear them.”
Exhausted but determined, she wrestled the boots back on once more. Helping him into his coat, she asked, “Where are your mittens?”
He replied, “I stuffed them in the toes of my boots.”
In another classroom, a science teacher asked what material students would choose. Gold and platinum were popular—until Little Johnny said, “Silicone.”
“Why?” the teacher asked.
“Well,” Johnny said, “my mom got some, and there’s always a fancy car in our driveway.”
And finally, a mom told her son to get ready for school.
“I hate it,” he complained.
She replied, “You’re 52—and you’re the principal.”
