Laughing my teeth out

I am taking the Eldest Son to the dentist today to have eight teeth pulled.

You heard me correctly. Eight teeth.

Last time he had a meltdown over the possibility of three teeth being pulled.

This time I have bribed him by telling him of the merits of laughing gas.

He is now excited and cannot wait.

I think I may be creating a drug addict.

I am a terrible mother.

(And I hope that tooth fairy remembers to go to the ATM...)

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