"Watch out for mud!" I exclaim as they go huffing off.
Then I see it. One girl's foot happens to find a huge mud puddle hidden by overgrown grass. She starts to slip, loses balance, and begins to fall into the puddle - which was 3x her size. Then a friend, a darling little girl, reaches her hand out to try to catch her friend... and is then taken down. Boots, jackets, and all... covered in mud.
Those poor things waddled their wet tushes (and toes) all the way up to the clinic to call home for replacement clothes.
Fast forward 3 hours to recess. A coteacher gave his class this lecture:
"Mrs. M's class has a sickness. They are going down fast. It's... it's... a serious case of mud-bottom. Stay away! And stay away from any and all mud at recess!"
Then I saw a student's foot sink into a huge quicksand-esque pool of muddy mulch and lose his shoe. Clinic.
Then I saw a student, so desperate to get control of the basketball, that he rolled right into a mud puddle at the other end of the playground. Clinic.
Both from my class.
I look out at Bug Lover - bless his little tiny-boned touchy-feely heart - and BAM - right as I made eye contact with him as he was running in the field (30 yards away) - he froze, stared at me...
as his pants fell down.
To his ankles.
In the middle of recess of about 10 classes. In the middle of the field.
He just could not manage to get his hands under his coat to pull them up in time.
At least that's what I'm hoping.