When He Starts Therapy, He Will Be Glad This Story Is On The Internet So He Can Just Hand His Shrink The Link

I am walking up the stairs of my classroom (half a lecture hall with student desks on three levels and my desk at the bottom) to the door when a normally quiet kid looks at me with big shiny eyes and a sugar stained mouth.

"Ms. Educat, guess what!? I discovered taffy this weekend at the
Fair!!"

"It's lifechanging, isn't it? I know, I've traveled the Ozarks."

(Seriously huge, infectious smile on the kid) "Yeah."

Welcome to serious food problems, darling boy.