Tango died and The Boy got stoned........

Whew, what a day....

Yes, our last fishy friend has gone to the other side and No, the boy did not go on a bender to numb the grief....(more on his altered state later)

So the Boy comes into Mumma's room early this morning with the bad news.....poor Boy, big tears and everything.  We once again performed the toilet funeral and tried to remember the good times....oh the good times....the way all 3 would just sit there looking at you, the way Tango and Steve would swim fast and swim slow, the way Rocky would hide for hours on end in his hidey rock.....yes...the good times will remain.

Now for the Boy's exciting afternoon....

Today was the Boy's first foray into dental procedures.  Up until this point every dental visit consisted of the routine exam and cleaning - never a cavity, never a problem (Thank God) but today was a different story.

The Boy had to have 2 teeth shaved....yes I typed shaved....sounds weird and yes it was.
Apparently in order for his grown up teeth to come in right there needed to be some room.  Back in the day the dentist would just pull the teeth but as our awesome dentist explained "pulling the teeth are like killing a fly with a sledgehammer, really overkill, and this way is less traumatic and less expensive"  Did I mention he is the bestest!!! (And looking like Sting doesn't hurt either).

So in the chair he goes, dons the sunglasses, and the Star Wars movie is popped into the TV in the ceiling.
On goes the mask of "happy gas" and then the party begins......

Dr. Payne (yes honestly his name is Payne) explains to the Boy that he is going to start feeling really relaxed and that his toes might start feeling tingly.  The Boy sat there still as could be, not a word, not a peep from him.  Then Dr. Payne looks at me and whispers..."oh, it's working now".  "Are you feeling okay now?" to the Boy and the Boy responds with the longest and craziest giggle I have ever heard.  Seriously he sounded like a lunatic, but a really, really, really, funny lunatic.  Throughout the whole procedure periodically he lets out this drug induced giggle/laugh that would in turn make Dr. Payne chuckle and me quickly worry that this is the beginning of a hardcore laughing gas addiction......(and how can I get a shot of that.....)

Afterwards the Boy shared that he liked that gas cause it made everyone into cartoon characters and he could hear really silly music everytime the dentist talked......he also was convinced the whole way home that the gas made is arms smaller..."No seriously Mumma, I could never feel the bones in my arms and now I can....stop laughing at me Mumma, its real!"  Okay my sweet gas junkie....lipo from gas.  Oh and he also was convinced that his lip had to be swollen at least 10X' it's normal size (there was no swelling) cause "I know my original self and this is not my original self".  No truer words have been spoken.....

Anyhow now the gas and the freezing has worn off.  He tells me that he has a little pain but nothing a Children's Motrin can't help - but not till bedtime because god knows he will now have a legit reason not to be able to fall asleep tonight.