But Noah's relationship with straws is complicated. It's one of those love-hate relationships. One minute, he loves the straws, and no other toy in the world could bring him more joy. A split second later, he hates the straws. Despises them. Wants to rip them in half and throw them in the trash. You see, it irritates him like nothing else when he tries to hold all of the straws in his little hand and a couple of them escape his grasp. He can't stand not being able to hold all of them at the same time; he just becomes more and more angry with each fugitive straw.
Oh Noah. You funny little boy. Some day your hands will be big enough to hold all of the straws.