Vivian's POV
"Mommy said that everything tastes better fried, but she wouldn't let me put my socks in the air fryer," Oh goodness, were it not for the pure seriousness on the cherubic face that had just spoken. Vivian would have been rolling around on the floor laughing like there was no tomorrow.
But because she could tell that her student was seriously bothered by having not been allowed to taste his own fried socks, she kept a serious face. Choosing to turn the moment into a lesson, she asked the kids to name food groups and they gladly did so.
"Did you guys notice that socks aren't in any of the food groups?" They all nodded and Vivian smiled at them.
"What does that mean?" She asked.
