Tomorrow, Big E will embark on his first hallucinogenic drug trip.
And no, I'm not taking him to the Phish concert.
Big E has a small cavity in between two of his back teeth. It is the first, but certainly not the last, time that I feel like I failed as my son's care provider. No amount of brushing, flossing, and quarterly fluoride treatments would stop this thing.
Our dentist recommended that we go ahead and fill it. And he uses laughing gas in the process. His doomsday teeth predictions easily sold me on the procedure.
I have only one experience with laughing gas. I was a child and needed some teeth pulled to progress on the six year adventure that was my braces.
A few deep breaths of the gas and my pediatric dentist amazingly transformed into a robot. As he asked me harmless questions about my summer camp in his robot voice, I began to freak out. I closed my eyes tightly. I allowed myself to peek at my robot dentist. But instead of a dentist he looked like the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland. I was officially tripping out. This memory is seared into my brain even thirty years later.
Understandably, I'm a little anxious for tomorrow's appointment.
I've already fired the warning shot at Big E.
UM, BIG E, TOMORROW WE HAVE TO GO BACK TO DR. H'S BECAUSE HE WANTS TO CLEAN OUT YOUR CAVITY WITH SOME WATER.
He seemed ok with that, because up until now, he loved his dentist.
And what sort of sh*t will Big E trip out over?
It will probably be a Disney Junior bonanza up in that chair. Sofia, Captain Barnacles, Jake, Special Agent Oso - they'll all be there!
Please send some positive vibes our way! Thanks!
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