Badaboom

Brielle had to have a tooth pulled today.  Not only did it have a cavity, it was infected as well.  She was put on a round of antibiotics, and told to come back to "see how things are going."  At the advice of the dentist, we didn't tell her why she really had to go back.

The laughing gas made her giggle.  A lot.

The dentist finally told her what he was about to do.  She said "ok," and giggled some more.

Afterward, I asked her if she was mad at me for not being honest with her (I was really worried about this).  She wasn't.  She acted like it was no big deal.

I then asked if it was really that bad?

"Nope" she said.  "I heard a click, click -- then bada-boom -- it was done."

Then I started giggling.