But he plays one at our house.
Sophie has been complaining of pain from a loose tooth. This happened once before, and I took her to her pediatric dentist, who pulled it. Our dental insurance covered the extraction, but we were billed for the topical anesthetic and the bubblegum-scented laughing gas. Husband declared this entirely unreasonable and vowed to pull the next one himself. To his credit, this is his second.
Like many doctors, he feels it important to start off with a little self medication to steady his nerves.
The vice grips were just the ticket.
A little more scotch. A check to make sure he had the right tooth (this gave me concern). And one, two, three—pop!
Like I said, he's not a dentist. But Sophie is a happy patient.