When I was a kid, all I wanted was a juice box. My parents never got us juice boxes, not even once, as far as I can remember, and it was SO UNFAIR. It was never explained to me why we never got them and I'm pretty sure I requested them from time to time so I just assumed my folks were mean. Logically. Now I understand, though, because every time I give one to Jamie (which happens often when we are out and about because I am not mean) he squirts a third of the contents onto the front of himself before he gets the straw to his lips. It's totally not his fault and it's infuriating. Juice boxes are a disaster disguised as a convenience. So I guess what I'm trying to say is, Mom, Pop, I get you and I forgive you.