Teeth. Always Such a Pain.

Not mine this time.  Daughter's.  She's going to have her wisdom teeth out today.  I am bringing her big brother along with us to the procedure.  Why?  Well, when he and his younger brother had their wisdom teeth out, the anesthesia caused very interesting reactions in both of them - very amusing, but difficult to handle.  They both  became silly beyond belief, and I actually had a little trouble getting them home.  Oldest son wanted to press all the buttons and switch all the switches in the oral surgeons office. He continued to want to press all the pretty buttons in the car as well.  Middle son, whose mouth was full of those wads of dental gauze, thought he was the Godfather, and kept trying to make me an offer I couldn't refuse.  Funny as hell, but I felt as though I had to keep an eye on him the whole ride home.  He was having such a great time and it was so beautiful out, he thought maybe he'd walk instead of ride.  5 miles from home, under the influence, with a bloody mouth. He kept threatening to open the car door and get out, all the while talking like the Godfather.  I could barely stop laughing long enough to yell at him to stay the hell in the car!

Daughter is unpredictable under ordinary circumstsances.  So, another set of eyes seemed prudent.

Oy.  Get me through this day.

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The lasts.  The last Bar/Bat Mitzvah.  The last child left in school.  The last at home.  The last SATs.  The last college hunt. The last wisdom teeth.  One by one, the milestones that end childhood are coming and going. Daughter always gets to bring up the rear.