Mikey: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Mikey: Mom. What is that?
Me: My drink.
Mikey: No, what is that in your glass?
Me: A straw?
Mikey: No, that’s a crazy straw.
Me: Yeah, well, I ran out my regular straws so I had to use this one.
Mikey: Mom, you shouldn’t be using that crazy straw.
Me: Why not? It works just fine.
Mikey: Mommm. Mom. Don’t you know you’re thirty-seven?