A Good Physic

When I was a lad and acting rather "cranky" my mother would state in no uncertain terms, "You need a good physic!" And, out from the bathroom cabinet came the ever present bottle of Flecher's Castoria.

I don't know how she put it together that being contrary and being constipated were related, but the dense rootey flavor of that laxative was like a punishment.

No, Ma! Listen! I'll be good!

Postscript: To this day I am a die-hard root beer fan. Hair of the dog?