Bendy Straws

I’ve always loved bendy straws. The only time I got them as a child was when I was in the hospital. Mom may have bought them once, after much begging on my part but only once. So when I saw a big bag of bendy straws at that store where everything is ONE price, I had to pick them up...for Tessa...because I didn’t want HER to live the same deprived childhood I had to endure.

That night at dinner Tessa was totally engrossed in her bendy straw.

“sssslllluuuurrrpppppppppppppppp
pppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
pppppppppppppprrrrrrrpppppppprr
rrrrrrrrppppppppppprrrrrrrrrrrrpppp
ppppppppp rrrrrrrpppppppprrrrrrrrrr
ppppppppppprrrrrrrrrrrrpppppppppp”

On second thought. Tessa will get over her non-bendy-straw-childhood. I’m now over mine.