First of all, if that darned toobie comes out again i'm gonna find me some super glue before I put it back in again.
Last night V, otherwise know now as Cheeto (thanks Courtney), was awake with Daddy somewhere around 1am when they decided to do some rearranging in the bedroom.
Don't ask, I have no clue.
Anyway, I was woken up from Daddy yelling a choice expletive.. or three.
Then those words. "It's out again!"
Yes, it's out again. Balloon inflated, everything intact, laying on the bedsheets.
Nice, shiny new stoma.. with nothin' in it!
oh. my. God.
So it's back in. Again. Balloon is a teeny tiny bit bigger this time.
What is it with my kid and that naughty toobie? What I ask you???