My 8-year-old son Sage is looking over my shoulder, making a disgruntled face. He’s a keen observer. “We forgot to tell them about the straws” he says, disappointed. I turn around as the server walks up with our drinks. Straws. I did forget. It started a while back when I asked another server not to give me a straw and he noticed. Like I said, he’s a keen observer. He wanted to know why I wouldn’t want one.