Mr 9 meets me outside school with his scooter but in bare feet. "Can't wear my shoes they are COVERED in mud".
They are. Caked. Can't actually tell what colour the shoes were.
Mother: How did your shoes and socks get so muddy?
Mr 9: Ahh well... it was like this... we were writing narratives and we had to write about texture so we went outside and had to feel something to write about and... well.. I decided to write about mud... but there was no way I was going to put my hands in it!