I'm going to hell. In a shameless effort to document my three-year-old boy's utter lack of progress in the Juice Bag department, I casually removed a Capri Sun from the fridge yesterday, then quietly sipped it at the computer as he played nearby. I knew it would only be a matter of seconds before he'd spot my juice bag and launch into a highly recordable session just like the one I was able to capture. Take a listen:
I'm beginning to get a little worried. What if they only serve juice bags at the college he ultimately attends? He'll be laughed off campus. What if his future wife's family serves only juice bags at their wedding?
Now I really won't sleep tonight.