Giggle gas

Mr. B. had his first tooth pulled this afternoon, an extra that was blocking the proper positioning of a permanent one. The nitrous oxide helped, but the needle still hurt and the pressure and the unusual sounds of the extraction scared him a little. Poor kid.

At least he got a few genuine laughs in from the giggle gas. Kids revert, sometimes, to an earlier age when under emotional pressure. Seems to have occurred here as he wanted me to read to him at bedtime from The Hobbit, one of our old favorites I first read to him when he was six or so.