Wet his pants? What. the HAIL? Will's hand shot up. "Professor? I'm not refusing to sit --" Yet.he thought. "But I'd like a bit of clarification. First, you said you won't have weak, lyin' babies in your school. Then you said babies wet their pants. Seems to me that by that reckonin', if I sit down in that bowl yonder, I'm making myself into exactly what you don't want in your school. And I'd hate to disappoint you like that, sir."