Lily is completely obsessed with straws, especially Starbucks straws. But really, any straw will do.
If you happen to bring home a drink with a straw, watch out! She'll quietly wait until you're distracted, then she'll knock over the cup (spilling the contents) and pull the straw right out. She'll pick it up and run to some secret place where she can sit and chew on it until the ends are flat and slobbery.
Few things, I might add, are cuter than Lily running across the room with a straw in her mouth like a tightrope walker carrying a balancing pole.
This straw obsession started one day when Lily was just a baby. She was riding in the car on DD's lap and got squirmy, so we looked for anything we could find to distract her. There happened to be a Starbucks straw on the dashboard so we grabbed it, and Baby Lily (teething at the time) chewed contentedly on the heavy plastic like a dog for the rest of the trip. Since that day, she's been completely obsessed. She can spot a straw the minute you walk in the door.
Now when I go to Starbucks for my Triple Grande Caramel Latte with Whip and Drizzle Heated to 170 Degrees, I make sure I also get a cup of water, with a straw, for Lily.
It makes her day. And mine.
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