Harrison loves juice boxes (I call them boxes, but I know they are just bags). He loves his milk and juice, but he LOVES juice boxes. The other night after coming in from playing in the water, he grabbed a juice box out of the pantry and brought it to me (because I have to open it, you know). I laughed as he started guzzling his juice and propped himself up on his high chair. Just nonchalantly drinking his juice with not a care in the world.