My grandpa sent the my brothers up with some fresh California oranges. They were so big and juicy that we decided to make some orange juice. He gave us a giant box of oranges and they lasted us about a day and a half. yum.
The girls and I stood an assembly line one morning and sang a song about our respective jobs as we made the orange juice (ie. "I wash the oranges" "I pass the oranges" "I cut the oranges" "I juice the oranges" I don't remember exactly how it went. It wasn't incredibly creative. But it was cute.)