After buying Frosties from the Wendy's hamburger place around the corner we drove on home.
"There's only one straw!" I said.
"That's for your drink, sweetie." Lois said.
"What about my Frosty?" I asked. "What will I do without a straw?"
"That's what the spoons are for." Lois explained, "Don't worry, we have straws at home."
Pulling into the drive way, Lois quickly told each of us what we all needed to do as we got into the house.
"Beaux, call you other daughter and tell her food is here. AnaLisa, You and Aly get your snowboard out of the trunk of the car and take it in the house. Alyson, would you also get Princess a straw."
"I'm not a Princess!" I yelled.
Without missing a beat and a deadpan look, my wife looked at me and said, "I wasn't talking about you."
(Nicely played you. Nicely played.)