The Zoo Field Trip: My Brush with Insanity

A couple of weeks ago I promised to describe the zoo field trip I went on with my first grader and how it surely cut some years off the end of my life and made me want a padded cell.
My group consisted of four cute little first graders: two boys and two girls, counting my daughter.
I volunteered all year, so I knew the kids; they were a really smart set. I was lucky. Or so I thought.
All goes well for the five minutes we took at the school for potty breaks. Then we head out to the buses. They...