Born in 1895, Mr. Rausing was the founder of Swedish packaging company Tetra Pak, which produced the precursor to the modern day juice box.
I hate the modern day juice box! It's like handing your kid a grenade filled with cranapple cocktail. No matter what you do, the juice ends up everywhere but the kid's mouth.
On the flight back from New York last weekend, Gus was eating a Happy Meal, when carefully, oh so carefully, I handed him the accompanying juice box saying, "Just don't squee---"
All over his shirt.
As a testament to how unhinged I can get with respect to the juice box, Gus was like, "It's okay! I'm not that wet! I'm not that thirsty! I just wanted one sip anyway! It will dry! It won't stain! It's no big deal!" And then he handed me a McNugget laced with Xanax.
I'm just kidding. It wasn't that bad. He didn't have to hide the Xanax in a McNugget. I took it willingly.
But, holy nuts, the juice box.
My friend Molly, who is no stranger to juice box rage, told me there's a special holder you can buy that keeps your kid from squeezing the juice box like that. But if I have to remember to carry a special holder, just in case a juice box opportunity arises, would it not then be just as easy to carry, say, a cup?