he's been feeling good, didn't seem to bother him (it's about the size of a man's thumb), but I kept watching his poops and making sure he felt okay. Well, this morning it magically reappeared at 6 am along with some green beans and foamy stuff. As soon as I heard the retching, I knew what was happening. So I guess all's well that ends well, but next time I think he's just sucking on his stuffed friends, I'll keep a closer eye on him.

Kathy, Ollie and Chester