The following is an exchange I had with my son D- after he drank what is probably the second and near-to-last Capri Sun he's had in his 4 years:
D- (eyes wider than usual due to increased heart rate): Daddy, one day, I wanna make this kind of juice.*
Me: Oh yeah?
D- (looking at the front of it): Yeah... it's about "apples".
Me: Yes, it might be about them, but I assure you it's not made from them, so I wouldn't really call it "juice".
D-: (blank stare)
His word choice actually creates an appropriate comparison, since Capri Sun has as much of a connection to actual fruit as, say, The Very Hungry Caterpillar.
* This means he wants to buy some but knows I'll say, "No, we don't need that," which I of course do quite frequently. He figures that by suggesting we make some ourselves, like the good, old-timey Americans we are, he might stumble through a back door to getting what he wants.