It's Like Pulling Teeth

Georgia had her first surgery early this morning--dental surgery. She apparently has too many teeth in that little mouth of hers and a couple of loose teeth that didn't get wiggled enough to get out of the way of some permanent teeth. So she was put under for the longest 22 minutes of my life for the surgeon to pull six of her teeth.
She bounced back beautifully and was completely normal by lunchtime with no medication. On the way home, while I was holding her up in her seat, Brody was interested in the little box that held her teeth. We opened it up and got to see "long teeth" as he calls them, her baby eye teeth that still had the root attached. He saw those and just had to have them. After many questions and bargaining, he gave up getting them and asked when he would have his surgery to get his own teeth. He has a plan for those teeth. I am not sure what it is, but there is a plan.