This is an actual report my son wrote at school last spring. I didn’t know about it until everything came home at the end of the year. Upon reading about his great affection for this relatively obscure soda, I knew two things: 1) this is definitely my child and 2) I had to illustrate this tribute!
Fun fact: my father (Carlo’s grandpa) has been known to drive to a specific, out-of-the-way gas station following a hike in the Cascade Mountains because he knows they carry Squirt. With a second refrigerator full of the stuff, I’m fairly certain my dad single-handedly keeps this company in business. This is truly a love passed down through the generations.