The love of teaching runs through my very veins

I had overlooked the recent warm weather wardrobe warning. So there I was, bare calves stretched out under the school day sun, waiting for the arrival of the 3:10 bus. "Mrs. Mosiman," one sweet lamb said, pointing, "You have writing on your leg." Four students scrambled over to investigate the hieroglyphic message spelled out in delicate blue veins. Reluctantly embracing this teachable moment, we located the lower case letters "m", "l" and "r." Sadly, there were no workable vowels so we were unable to actually construct words. The forecast for tomorrow? Long pants and knee-high socks...forever.