Did you hear about the teacher who was helping one of her kindergarten
students put on his boots? He 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 a sweat.
She almost whimpered when the little boy 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
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.
He 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 up the grace and
courage she had left to wrestle the boots on his feet again.
She said, "Now, where are your mittens?" He said, "I stuffed them in the
toes of my boots..."
Her trial starts next week!
. . . I heard Older Kats lay claim to her, and say they spit game to her, but they never put a name to her, so I called her D'Zyre. Like so many street cars that I did for . . . Malik Yusef