A/N: This is all based off something from my physics class. My teacher was being sarcastic when we were discussing straws briefly: "Straws possess magic powers that coax liquids up themselves". (It's a direct quote). Read and review, please.
Mycroft Holmes really tried to focus on his homework. He really tried to ignore the bouncing four year old next to him. But Sherlock was wonderfully skilled in the art of distraction. "Myc?" he asked for the thousandth time. "Myc? Myc? Myc?"
Finally, Mycroft sighed and set his pen down. "What, Sherlock?" he asked dryly.
"How do straws work?" Mycroft's energetic younger brother brandished a straw in one hand.
"Excuse me?" Mycroft asked, not sure if he heard right.
"How do straws work?" Sherlock repeated, his childish face contorting into a slightly-comical scowl.
"Well," Mycroft began, and that was all that Sherlock understood. The other words were far above even Sherlock's intellect. He was only four years old.
"So how do straws work?" Sherlock asked.
"I just told you," Mycroft said, somewhat shocked.
"So… What about English?" Sherlock asked.
"That was… Oh never mind," Mycroft muttered. "Well, Sherlock, until you're older, you'll just have to be happy with this explanation: Straws possess magic powers that coax liquids up themselves. Now go play with your magic straws."
"Okay," Sherlock said happily and bounced off.
"Did that really just happen?" Mycroft asked his books. In the distance, he could hear Sherlock explaining that straws were magic to the cook. So it really had happened.