Every now and then, there is a situation where you have no idea how any of this happened. The Day of the Missing Pants was one of those days.
One of my kindergartners comes into the classroom one morning with a pair of red sweatpants and a note from his mom.
“These were not the pants I sent my son to school in yesterday but they were the ones he was wearing when he came home.”
Apparently this boy had worn a brand new pair of pants to school, but decided he wanted the red sweatpants another kid was wearing. So logically, they traded pants. We have no idea how or when or who the pants were traded with. He refuses to tell us and no one has sent back the other pants.