Happiness is a can of grape pop.

Last weekend both kids got to have their very own can of pop- a first for them. 

Really...is there any better kid-summer memory than a very hot day with a bunch of your cousins at a family reunion and getting to choose your very own can of grape pop from a cooler?  They were thrilled.

Camille drank about a third of hers and then proceeded to dump the rest in her lap. 

Tell me...have you ever seen a cuter purple sad face?