So I was digging through my pantry and found a few containers of cookies my grandma had dropped off. Knowing the cookies were going to be hard as rocks (almost literally), I decided I'd go for some of the softer looking baked goods. I pulled out some filled pastry looking thing and then became disgusted as I realized it was filled with prunes or dates or some volatile mixture of the two.
I asked my mom if my nose was correct in assuming what was in them. She simply replied, "Yup! Hunny, pooping's in our blood. Everyone in the family loves prunes/dates. Pooping's in our blood."
Dear god, never repeat those words again while I'm trying to find something sweet to eat.