We sit together in the waiting room of the oral surgeon's office, my son fighting the tears forming in the corners of his eyes.
"Will they do anything today?" he asks for the fifteenth time.
"I don't think so, honey. They're just looking at your teeth today." I sigh. The dentist had referred us to the surgeon for a likely surgery.
"What does that IV thing feel like? Does it hurt?"
"Bud, we already talked about this so many times. It's not very bad."
"Did it hurt when you got one? How old were you?"
"Buddy, remember, I had that little surgery a few months ago. I was fine. It just hurts a little bit. I've done it every time I have a baby too. I'm always ok."
Tears start flowing and he desperately wipes them away.
