stool sampler

I know this is probably not the most significant thing to happen in the recent days of my life, what with the new baby and all (whom I love beyond my wildest expectations and stuff), but here's something I have to share.

Due in some way to her cesarian (spelling?) deliveray, Sarah has been prescribed stool softeners (sorry, honey -- I know this is very personal and too much info, but it has to be described). When Sarah remembers to take the caplets or tablets or whatever they are, she says, "I need my stool sampler." "Stool sampler"? She's made this little slip of the tongue at least seven times. Now, of course it's understandable; Sarah is eliding the term "stool softener" with its cousin "stool sample." But the result is delightful: I imagine a smartly attired waitperson bringing out, tastefully arranged on a clean white plate, several varities of stool, turd, poop, dung, fesces, etc. The guests admire the selection, licking their lips and reaching greedily for a taste.

Stool sampler -- thank you, honey, for the image...maybe it should become a song....