When I got home that afternoon, I frantically told my mom that the lunch aide OPENED THE TOP. I found myself inspecting the box and couldn't quite piece together where I went wrong.
I was waiting on the edge of my seat for something to explode and make a 'big mess'. She looked at me, nodded her head, and expertly popped the straw into the juice box. My brain screamed, ' Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!'Īll I could squeak out was 'My mom told me not to open the top.' As she took the straw from me, she said something to the effect of 'Sweetie, you have to take the wrapper off the straw.' Never did I get past the point of thinking how I would actually DRINK from a plastic covered straw, I just knew that things would work out as long as I didn't open the top.įinally, a nice lunch aide noticed the bizarre scene I was creating and came over to help. I tried and tried, but I simply could not get the straw in. I pulled the straw off the box, making sure not to rip the plastic and began poking my plastic covered straw into the hole.
