When the girls were little and got constipated I would give them prune juice. For some odd reason, they all liked it. Mo must have misheard me one day and called it "poopy juice." So, obviously, that is what we call it now. Well, when the poopy juice got too messy (it stains) and the girls could chew bigger foods, I bought actual prunes. They like them too, sometimes too much.
When one of the girls is on the toilet and having a hard time pooping, they call me in there, tell me of their woes, and ask for a prune. It is a great talisman. I bring it in, no sooner, they are pooping. Sometimes they don't even put it in their mouth yet and it works. The other day Jameson went in and stole Mo's prune, luckily he doesn't like them (that could be messy) and somehow, Mo still pooped within seconds.
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