Thumb's the word.

In case you were wondering, the holes on a whiffle ball are the perfect size for a chubby little almost-10-month-old thumb. 

Riley's hitchhiking digit was inadvertently stuffed into one of the holes when he was playing this morning and after unsuccessfully attempting to lube up our poor baby's thumb for a removal maneuver, Kevin had to cut the ball away from Riley's fat finger with breathtaking finesse that would have the docs on Grey's clapping in stunned appreciation. 

Here are Kevin's surgical tools and the sad remains of orange whiffle ball. We'll miss you little guy.