My worst nightmare

Milo and bubble gum make a bad combination. However, he got some for Halloween, and rather than increase the desirability of an already coveted substance, we let him chew it. The first time I checked on his progress, I found him on his back on the sofa, with his legs up in the air. I told him he couldn't do that and asked him if he was ready to spit out the gum. The second time I looked, I found him stumbling around with a balloon string wound around his legs. I told him he had to sit still on a chair and chew. Several minutes later, Milo came to me in the kitchen and said, "Karen, I hate to tell you this, but I am going to keep this gum in my mouth forever."