Our new neighbor came a knocking and wanted to know why we wouldn’t let our imaginary son play with his son. Jill Y and I wouldn’t really be related to subtlety or tact in any way so we prepared a pictorial answer to the question. We explained that the boys were playing my, as of yet patented “Hate Bon Jovi” game and we gave them a couple of cold Capri Sun’s to quench their thirst. We then showed what happened when our new neighbor’s son got his hands on the juice. He then broke down and started sobbing, uncontrollably for 26 minutes. I know it was 26 minutes for this is the amount of time that I ignored him for, before he crawled away in disgust:
Capri Sun is a tricky devil. Don’t be too harsh on your neighbor.
Capri Sun is the measuring stick we measure things with, in our house!