Evie, aged two (the terrible twos?) is the light of my life and we went to the shops yesterday. I have laways been up front with my stoma and my bag and she has asked a lot of questions. In the queue at the CO-OP we arrived at the checkout. I have got a large rupture on my stoma and sometimes it pokes out very conspicuously. Evei turned round, patted my lump, and explained to the check out operator and anyone else who would listen "That's my poppa's bag. It's full of poo and it's going to burst!"
The assembled hordes didn't know where to put themselves!
The good part was I took her on the park and she was on the climbing frame and a young mum said to Evie "You wait before going down the slide until your daddy(!) comes to catch you. Brilliant.
Keep smiling
Love
Drew
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