Thursday, September 15, 2011
The Child drew the short straw when it comes to mothers who'll buy, well, straws.
I'm not adverse to buying frivolous stuff, quite the opposite (unfortunately), but I baulk at buying plastic made to be thrown away. So, of course, The Child developed a bit of an obsession with them. I relented once and bought a bulk pack for a party a few years back and she was so happy you'd think I'd done a lap around the world to fetch them rather than just throwing them in the supermarket trolley.
I know there are waxed paper ones online, but they seemed to be too small an item to be paying delivery for so The Child continued to miss out. Until now. Happily for her, I've found a local shop that stocks boxes of the somewhat-odd-number of 144 for $10.
She doesn't even care that the only colour available is grey.
I have, for the moment, been crowned best mother evah.