We got a milkshake to split tonight. Usually, we split them two ways, but Elaine recently learned to drink from a straw. It was a pretty thick milkshake, so I offered it to her. I figured she'd try sucking on it, get nothing, and give up more easily than if I denied it to her entirely. Boy was I wrong. We ended up getting a second straw. That way Daniel and I could take turns sharing with Elaine, because she was not about to stop sucking on her straw until all the chocolatey, milky, creamy goodness was gone.