Hope some of you may find this amusing.
When my sister and I were very young, my guess would be around five or six, we found a way to get a small bulb enema syringe used on us. Kids are not as dumb as we think. I found out whenever my aunt asked if I had a BM when it was bed time and time for my bath. I would fib and say no because I knew she would give me a trick, this was the name that was used for a suppository. Like I said, kids are not dumb, and if this didn’t work, she would get out the bulb syringe while I acted like I was trying to have a BM.
She would stir a bar of soap in the sink with some water, then put a towel across her lap and instruct me to lie across her lap. The problem was neither my sister or I didn’t know how the syringe was filled.
Here comes the funny part. Remember now, we were five or six years old. One day when only our grandmother was there and outside working with her flowers, my sister and I decided to experiment with the small bulb syringe. We dragged a chair into the bathroom, climbed up to reach the box with the syringe in it and bring it down to the sink. Now what do we do? How did my aunt, who used this enema bulb syringe on me and my sister received hers from our mother, get water into the syringe?
I don’t know whose idea it was, but we got a spoon from the kitchen, sat the bulb syringe on the sink (ha, ha) and tried to pour water into that tiny little hole in the nozzle. Well, I will never know what would have happened if we succeeded, because our grandmother opened the door and stopped our experiment. After that our mother, grandmother, and aunt made us eat prunes and gave us laxatives to end our fascination for enemas.
It was five or six years later when the hook came (the enema hook) when the Sears force-flo syringe was used on me………but that's another story,one that has stayed with me many years later.