There was a time while growing up when my sister, Emily, had gotten another enema, but that was hardly anything new because mom was always getting out the enema bag and taking her into the bathroom. One time is memorable because mom thought that Emily needed a better cleaning out than just what an enema would do. After Emily had expelled and gotten dressed again she went into the kitchen where mom handed her a glass of what she claimed was 7-up. Emily drank it down and went on doing whatever she intended to do that afternoon. Some time later she was back in the bathroom making a very serious poop, which she thought was odd having just had an enema. Turns out that mom had given her some magnesium citrate. It was the one and only time that I ever remember us having any sort of laxative in the house, but, wow, it sure worked on poor Emily. All through high school and even when home from college on holidays Emily was a frequently recipient of soapy warm water from the red bag.