One funny thing we have realized since the surgery is that nobody notices Mr Boy (aside from the curly blonde hair comments)! We just blend right in, in public. There aren't the constant stares. I no longer have to get into long conversations in the check-out line with the well-meaning cashier or in the aisles with kind fellow shoppers about how their brother's cousin's nephew had a feeding tube and how they are much better now, so Mr Boy will be just fine. I never wanted to dump the details on people, so I became the queen of the "smile and nod." No biggie... Just smile and nod, smile and nod... :)
On some levels, the tube was nice for public interactions. When Mr Boy was crazily scared of people and would cry out when touched by anyone, the tube brought understanding. When we were on air planes and Mr Boy screamed (like any other kid), people just felt sorry for us and would give us those sympathetic nods. No one is mad at parents of a medically fragile child, so we were thankful for the tube in awkward public situations. :) We will probably tape the tube to his face for our next flight just in case he misbehaves. jk.