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.
5 comments:
ROFL! We totally have that same issue when the kids use straws! How did her appt go today?
Amazing what they lock onto, isn't it? Cenzo MUST be covered with BOTH blankies at nap time or he'll whine up a storm, and not take a nap. Little bugger.
yes, colored straws. "I want blue! No, I called blue first! No you didn't, I wanted blue first..." God forbid they each have their own darn blue straw.
sigh...it's always something.
Reminds me of statement my sister made early on in her parenting days that I never forgot - "I understand why some animals eat their young!"...lets just say I've thought to that on many occassion -feel your pain!
Totally feel your pain on this one!
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