Ah, the saga of the straws at our home. The eldest halfing was sitting on the couch screaming for her shake and then multiplying the volume by 5 that she wanted to pick out her own straw. Jeez. Kids, here's a secret.....they are all the same. Just different colors.
She goes to pick out a straw and there are only two peach ones left and both are stretched out and bent. Thus, halfing fit #3 ensues. For real kid? So, I smoosh up the straw like new and she instantaneously stops the fit and drinks her shake.
As I walk away, I'm thinking, "Would you like me to beat you now or later?" (No, I don't seriously beat my kids). All that energy wasted for a damn straw.