What kind of orange juice shall we get?

I love being carried in my mei tai. I love listening to the rhythmic lub-dub of mom's or dad's heart. I love to peek my head and hands out and view the world. Sometimes I cry when I'm first put into the mei tai, but I usually fall asleep after a little while. Mom carries me in it when we go to the grocery store. As we shop, she tells me what she's doing and points objects out to me, to encourage me to develop my verbal skills. She'll say things like, the orance juice is on sale; what kind of orange juice should we buy, Minute Maid or Tropicana? Sometimes people don't realize that she's carrying a baby as opposed to, say, a front-carried bag, so she gets a lot of funny looks!