Today Anna asked if she could keep a straw forever. A straw from a juice box. A straw.
This must have been an unbelievable straw that she was using as a horn/animal noise maker.
She wanted to keep it forever.
Forget toys, straws are where it is at.
A few years ago when Anna was almost 3, just 2 weeks after Christmas, we were sitting downstairs watching TV and I noticed that she was playing with a big red straw, and she had been for almost an hour. She had personified the straw and created a storyline and apparently forgotten all about the dozens of new toys that we had just given her at Christmas.
Straws forever.
This must have been an unbelievable straw that she was using as a horn/animal noise maker.
She wanted to keep it forever.
Forget toys, straws are where it is at.
A few years ago when Anna was almost 3, just 2 weeks after Christmas, we were sitting downstairs watching TV and I noticed that she was playing with a big red straw, and she had been for almost an hour. She had personified the straw and created a storyline and apparently forgotten all about the dozens of new toys that we had just given her at Christmas.
Straws forever.
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I love this story so much. Anna and I are kindred spirits.
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