The older I get, the more I find myself hating drinking straws. I have them in the house, of course. Marcel and Lots like them for drinks but the real reason I have them is for smooth soup. Since Léon gave up bibs smooth soup without a straw ends up with his clothing needing several washes if not incineration! But this is also the reason I find them so revolting. Have you ever watched a 2 year old with a straw? Today, for lunch, I made some homemade cream of chicken and spinach soup and gave Léon a straw. That was fine. He had Ribena too. He alternated dipping his straw in the green soup and the purple juice. Yeuch! Inevitably somewhere along the line he dropped it on the carpet and reverted to his spoon, dirtying his t-shirt after the second spoonful. Running to clean the t-shirt, I forgot the spinach-caked straw, which he, of course, found at dinner and promptly plonked into his apple juice. The combination of a pre-schooler and a drinking straw is just too revolting for me. I wonder when kids tastebuds start working well enough that they too find using a hairy, soup-caked straw in a clear, fresh glass of apple juice unacceptable?
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