So certain small members of our household suffer from Occasional Irregularity. That’s delicate advertising-speak for constipation. Apparently they don’t eat enough fruit.
This reminds me of the time my daughter was heard to call out, from the bathroom, “I NEED TO EAT MORE FRUIT! BUT NOT BANANAS!”
This kind of thing is what comes of having nurses for parents. It’s so sad.
Anyway, among other clandestine measures, we’ve been subtly increasing their intake of fruits and vegetables.
And so it came to pass that we had a bag of what they now call “dried plums,” which is delicate advertising-speak for prunes. Prunes are for old people, but dried plums! That’s a whole ‘nother thing! Not like boring old prunes at all!
The youngest inquired as to what these were here in this bag, and The Lovely Rhonda, not wishing to spook her, said, “Well, they’re dried plums. Think of them like, oh, I don’t know — like really big raisins.”
So she tried one and declared it to be toothsome and delicious, and now asks for them by name.
MAMA CAN I HAVE SOME REALLY BIG RAISINS?