Most kids love juice boxes. Who wouldn't? All that sweet, sugary goodness contained in a little box complete with fun straw. My two year old is absolutely in love. If he had the concentration to sit down and figure out a good wish, it would more than likely be an unlimited supply of them AND a mom who would let him have as many as wanted, whenever he wanted.
Mr. C gets a lot more at his age than my others did, but let's face it, I am totally outnumbered and now the "choose your battles" thing has been taken to a whole new level. So, he gets more juice boxes than the others did when they were two, but I'll try to make it up to the older kids...somehow.
It's one thing that I've had to hide them or he will sneak them out of the fridge and stash them around the house, it's completely another now that he has discovered the joy of SQUEEZING that little box. Oh the joy, the laughter when that sticky, smelly juice squirts out of the straw. It's better than jumping off the furniture for him. (Although, once the juice is gone, this is usually what he tries to do next.)
Now I've broken his poor, little heart by taking them away from him. How was he supposed to know it's not okay to spill juice all over the carpet?