Tonight, surgeon mommy was on call. Luckily, it was just for a stuffed toy not for anything more serious. When Joey and I got home from cub scouts and playing with power tools, I went in to say good night to Gabe. He had his monstrous sized stuffed dog in bed with him and the bed and floor were covered with tiny styrofoam balls. Evidently, doggy had a serious boo boo. I pulled out my bag of poly-fill stuffing and a needle and thread and went to work. Since the dog had lost a ton of stuffing, his neck was even less likely to hold up that oversized head. I replaced the stuffing he lost plus a little and now the doggy can actually sit upright. Gabe seemed pleased that his new friend is in one piece again and I'm glad the dog isn't shedding any more styrofoam balls around my house. There is only one problem left. How in the hell do you get rid of the multitude of itty-bitty styrofoam pieces that have spread themselves throughout my house?