Paris gets his vampire tooth removed

Athena and Paris both have extra teeth in the roof of their mouths. Well, I should say *had*. Athena had hers pulled 6 months ago--easy, peasy, they just yanked it out, and Paris had his out Tuesday. Paris' was a little more complicated since it hadn't broken through the gumline yet, but it was pushing his two front teeth apart so he had a big ol' gap.
They gave him some "sleepy juice"--which all of my other kids have had for either dental work or surgery--just like liquid Valium, to help them relax. But this was a first for Paris and it worked a little too well. About 5 min. after he took it, he started waving at everybody in the waiting room and laughing hysterically. But then he started grunting and trying to get up from the chair. No matter what I said--to lay back, it was ok--he just kept trying to get up, which he clearly could not physically do, so I had to hold him in the chair. It reminded me of when I would try to rock him to sleep and he would fight it so bad, kept squirming around--he never fell asleep in my arms.
Finally, he said he was going to puke, so I sort of carried-walked him into the bathroom, where he started to take off his clothes. Meanwhile, he was so out of it he could hardly stand. I didn't know whether I should laugh, or be worried, or lecture him that This is what could happen if he ever took drugs, so I did all three a little bit. I had to pull up his pants and thanked God that all of my children are healthy and can dress themselves (well, Apollo can,--I didn't say does) and then instantly hoped that I didn't give the universe any bad ideas.
About then, the dentist came to my rescue. They had to carry him to the dental chair. But 5 min. later it was over. He was lying in a recovery room, wailing, when I came in. Which reminded me of when he had night terrors and would just wail no matter what we tried to do to calm him down. After about 5 min., he closed his eyes for a minute, took a breath, and then opened his eyes and asked, "Where am I?" He looked at bloody gauze in his hands, blinked, and asked, sort of disappointed, "it's over?" Turns out he didn't remember anything. Talk about Jekyll and Hyde.
He got to stay home from school, drink milkshakes, and watch TV, so all in all, not a bad day. The next day he woke up with a HUGE upper lip, and he took his long, skinny tooth to school (hygienically encased in a plastic envelope) and told everyone it was his vampire tooth.