Reminds me of the famous letter I sent my mother my first year at camp.

"Please send me shin guards for soccer and please send quick unless you want me drinking bug juice all summer"

I got called into the camp directors office to make sure I was ok and enjoying all the activites. Yeah.

My mother thought they were not letting me play and I was sitting on the sidelines drinking fruit punch.

I wanted Nestle's Quick because I hate (and still hate) unflavored milk.