^I've thought I might try and contact the company through email, and just kindly mention what happened and let them know they really should leave a wheat contamination warning under their nutrition labels, because I didn't appreciate the information's absence. I always wait until I'm not frustrated to convey such diplomacies though, so I've not done that yet.
Unfortunately yes, all they make is tortillas I believe, and if even the corn ones have traces of wheat, I cannot eat them even if they offered a free product in good will. I'd not feel comfortable threatening them over $3 and a couple of nights of yuck and strong discomfort.
As far as Celiac research, I don't know if there is something like that. I mean, the maintenance is just eating a gluten free diet. I don't believe there's a cure. I have read that once someone with Celiac disease starts eating gluten free, they are far more sensitive to it slipping into their diet, so it would make since why I got sick so easily. I'm not officially diagnosed, but the evidence that I likely have it is overwhelming, and a diagnosis wouldn't be all that important as I'm already taking the same action to treat it that I'd be advised to
I'm sorry about your cranky husband Mindsigh, that sounds upsetting and disrespectful of him, especially since the action wasn't your fault
Though, many of the destructive things you've mentioned your son doing, remind me of myself when I was small. I was quite mischievous and many of the strange/destructive things I did had absolutely no rhyme or reason to everyone else... I once recall "fixing" a perfectly unbroken wall with a screwdriver I found, by making countless holes in it, when I was just old enough to sleep in a bed. I thought it looked better at the time and that my parents would be pleased with my handiwork. I was of course a tad wrong in that assumption when I excitedly brought them to see my work, and noted their reactions