Sis, on the potty: Mommy, can you helllllllllp me?
Me: Sure, what's up?
Sis: I can't get my poop out!
Me: Are you constipated?
Sis: Yeah, can you help me push it out?
Me: I'm sorry, I can't help you. Maybe you can try again later.
Sis: Yeah, I need some p*rn juice.
Yes, that's right. She calls prune juice another word that rhymes with "corn". I've tried to teach her how to say it right, but she insists on her way. Ay ay ay.
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