I'll have what he's having

Warning: This is a wordy one.

Dalton had the unfortunate experience of having a crown put on one of his back teeth this morning. Because he's 4, the kid's dentist medicates the young ones so they will be more likely to actually let the work be done (I certainly knew that this was the only way Dalton would let them do it and this sounded better than having to have to put him under in day surgery which was the only other option). Come to find out it is a Demerol cocktail. I didn't notice anything particular before he went into the chair, but then he got the gas. When I got to go in to see him after the dentist was done, he was laid back in the chair, legs crossed, chill as he can be. Here's where the fun began.

While waiting for me to check out, he kept asking me to help him climb up and touch all of the branches on the artificial tree above the bench he was sitting on . . . well, lounging on. When asked what type of milkshake he would like for breakfast, we entered an endless rotation of chocolate, no white, no chocolate, no white and on and on until we made it to Sonic where he knew that he wanted his favorite - the purple one (grape cream slush). He kept saying that something was wrong with his straw because he was having trouble because of the numbness. I explained 6 times before I gave up that it was his mouth and not the straw. He couldn't hold the cup between drinks, but then he would get dizzy when he leaned forward to get or give it back to me. Each time he would say "Whoooaaaa! I can't do that again!" then repeat it again must a minute later.

We make it to the interstate where he begins to tell me that the trees look really cool. As the road curves, however, he tells me I need to stop turning and stay straight on the road. Several buildings that he saw he said they were the dentist's office just to correct himself with "No, it's just a church (school, store). Mom, did you hear that I thought that was the dentist office. It was just a church." I'm keeping an eye on him in the rearview mirror and each time the sun comes through his window, he sticks his face to the window and says "Mmmmmmmmm, it's a hot day today." I swear if I would have opened the window, he would have hung his head out of the car.

We made it home and D asked for another favorite - bread with butter. They said he shouldn't have anything he has to chew but I caved because he's always hungry and he didn't get to have anything to eat or drink before the appointment. Well, he ended up eating 3 slices of bread with butter and a slice of yellow cheese (yes, he specifies). He sees the computer on the back of the couch and asks to watch the "Move It, Move It" song from the Madagascar movies. Here's where I completely lost my composure. He already knows all the words to it, but today, I got the complete song sung beginning with the "Bom, Bom, Bom, Bod-a, Bom, Bom Bod-a, Bod-a." He didn't miss a beat the entire song. Three times through this and he was out.

That was three hours ago. Considering that I needed to be a good mom and stay close, it was my duty to lay down on the floor beside him and it wouldn't hurt anything if I caught a nap too. I knew he was ok because I had forgotten to silence my phone and every time it chirped with a message, he'd let me know that I had a message on my phone. So now we are going to head to McDonald's because that is what I promised him for breakfast, but couldn't give him.

He's been excited about his day with just me and him all week and even got quite upset with Boyd last night when he said he might stay with us. Told him that he had to take Maggie Anne to school and then go to work. I know I'll blink and he'll be a teenager and embarrassed by me (which if you've read earlier posts, you know he has coming!) and not want to be seen with me. So, I cherish this time with my boy, even if he is flying high.