About a year and a half ago Marin fell and hit one of his front teeth on the table. It slowly started turning dark and yesterday we were forced to pull it. At the dentist's office he was given a sedative to ease the whole process. As we were waiting for it to kick in full strength I got first glimpse of what a 3 year old is like drunk. He was sitting on my lap and looking at a car magazine with me performing for the entire waiting room. Slurred, loud questions on why the girl leaning on the yellow car had almost no clothes on. We eventually poured him into the dentist's chair and got down to business. It went from the peak of laughter to the low of tears and screaming in a matter of minutes. The dentist yanked it out. It was more stressful than I imagined seeing Marin dealing with pain. It's really not much more elegant than taking the kid out back and yanking it out with a rusty pair of pliers. The pliers just come in a sanitary wrapper.