When we were kids, my sister and I would see who could hit the other on target with the straw wrapper when we went out to eat. Sometimes my dad would join in and my mom would just shake her head at us. More fun was had aiming for heads and noses and glasses of coke during the first five minutes of the meal than for the rest of the evening.
Recently I tried to teach Brianna how to blow the straw wrapper off. I wanted to corrupt her just a little rather than letting Jamie have all the fun. (More about the ways Jamie has corrupted Bri on another day!)
Straw wrappers these days just aren't the same. You can't just blow one end and expect it to fly with ease toward your target of your husband's forehead! You have to pull it slightly off, or even halfway off, and line up carefully because the weight is uneven and it will fly slightly to the left or right depending on which side the seam is on. By then, who cares because your husband knows it's coming and he is giving you that look that says "What are you DOING?" and "Are you really going to teach her that?". And it's just not fun anymore!