Remember your horse?

The tooth extractions were successful. Scott was really disappointed though when I had to tell him that we couldn't keep his teeth. It seems the laws have changed since I had my wisdom teeth removed. He must have asked about them 5 or 6 times on our way home. Scott slept for nearly 18 hours solid afterwards, waking only when I needed to do something. He woke up long enough last night to watch his favorite shows, Jericho and LOST, and to take a bath. Everything seems to be happening as forewarned. Swelling is reaching its maximum, he's eating soft foods now, we just moved onto advil from the narcotic pain killers. Now he should be awake more and stop acting loopy. As we were falling asleep last night, he said, "Remember when we had to get rid of your horse?" We carried that conversation for about half a minute, and I couldn't keep from laughing. "What horse, Babe?" I must go into work for a little bit today, so I need to go make him some pudding. Applesauce and Jello have been his friends so far.