Juice is Kiddie Crack

We don't really give X juice. We just never have. It's a lot of sugar and I'd rather him eat a piece or fruit and save his calories for the important things in life like cookies :) So on the rare occasion that X is offered juice, he goes at it like a crack feign! Slurp slurp baby, he's not going to let one drop go to waste.

There are some juice boxes in our fridge in the basement left over from a recent gathering. The other day when we were playing down I offered him one as a treat. He saw me get it out of the refrigerator and obviously stored that location away in his head.

So today we were playing in the basement and the light bulb in his head must have went on that reminded him there are juice boxes. He walks over to me with bright eyes and a big ol grin and asks ever so kindly if we can have juice. He looked cute so I caved and said yes (plus there was a grape one that I wanted!) He runs over to the fridge and surveys his choices.

Here is how little he knows about juice. He thinks everything is apple juice, just in different colored boxes. So today he told me he wanted red apple juice (fruit punch). I could no sooner get the little plastic straw in it and he was sucking it down like a mad man. He drained that box in record time. Afterward he had a satisfied, glazed over look on his face like a crack addict after a fix.

Clearly we've made the right decision in not making juice a frequent occurrence.  Live it up boy, there's one box left and then you're back to water!