Amigo (age 16) goes to the big state children's hospital tomorrow for tummy testing. He's preparing today, with clear liquids and the Pre-op Cocktail designed to, well, cleanse. (Oh, geez, I'm sure the spam will be tremendous on that reference) Humor? Maybe, but potty humor tends to fall flat with parents of teens. We've been through diapers and potty training; we don't need to read more of the same dirt, er, poop.