What the?

Abby had some more of her Fruit Loop straws while she was at our house this past weekend. These things are the weirdest straws I have ever seen.





She sucked milk out, ate part of the 'straw' and generally played with it.



Then I noticed something. She was not right. She started getting out of the chair and I swear it was like she had been sucking whiskey from the glass.



I quickly checked the glass to assure there was no hanky-panky going on.



No, nothing but some Abby smudges on it. Whatever could it be? How was I going to explain this? Joe was apt to come walking in at any minute and Heaven forbid if he were to see his granddaughter like this. I quickly came up with a scheme. You all know I am good on my feet (or on my arse as in the New China caper).

Quick Abby, drink all of the "milk!"



Then we will hop in the bed and pretend to take a nap. Well, I will pretend, you will more than likely pass out.

I decided to try one more thing. I tasted the milk. Imagine my surprise when I realized it was just plain ole 2% milk. Whew! I told Abby that was a close one. Of course Abby being Abby just looked at me like "Grandmother, really!"



I am thinking of sneaking the Fruit Loop straws directly into the trash before she comes over again. I can't handle any more scares like this!