Had a big event at school today, a jog-a-thon with kids, from K-5th grade, running laps to raise money for school activities (little things like an art teacher, instrumental music, and gym equipment, stuff that was paid for by taxes dollars when I was a lad). And as could be expected, some of the younger kids got over-hydrated and had the kind of accidents that 5 year-old bladders can have. But rather than run around trying to find them clean clothes and talking openly about a kid wetting their pants, I came up with the phrase “Code Yellow” which they don’t understand but changed the adults’ mood from serious/exasperated to laughter.
Feel free to use it in your own conversation. It’s almost as useful as referring to a Rule One Violation (when you see a kid crying on the baseball diamond: as everyone knows, there’s no crying in baseball).