Prune Juice in the Middle of the Night Only Means One Thing...

So my buddy Juston Ellis was up from Utah this weekend for the SRP. He's in C CO and we deployed together to Iraq last year. After the SRP was finished today, Juston came out for dinner. When it was time to take him back to the barracks on Gowen Field, Shandy asked if I could grab a few things at Walmart. She needed biter biscuits for Nathan, now that he is starting on solids, some baby food for him, and since he has had some constipation the last day or so, some prune juice.

So, we finally find the prune juice (thanks to the help of an Austrian woman who was stocking shelves) and I turn to Juston,

"You dare me when I put the prune juice on the checkout to say, 'this is to help me make poopy.'?"

He tells me to go for it and we approach register #22. I repeat the question and he says, "Heck, I'll say it, if you want." I say sure and we proceed to put the contents on the conveyor belt. Well, Juston doesn't say anything and so I give the checker a knowing nod and inform her, "You know, when you're buying prune juice in the middle of the night, it only means one thing..."

"What's that?" she asks, raising an eyebrow.

"I've got to make poopy," I state, rather matter of factly.

"Hmm...prune juice and baby food, eh?"

"Yeah," Juston chimes in, "it's for his diet."

"What diet is that?" she asks, a little too skeptically for my taste.

"Why, the prune juice and baby food diet, of course," I share, mocking unbelief that she has never heard of it.

"And what's so good about that one?, she asks.

"Well...It goes in liquid...and it it comes out liquid, too."

"TMI," Juston shakes his head, "TMI."

I gather my bag, the transaction complete, and she wishes me well on my efforts to get everything going.