My oldest apparently has an extra tooth that, if it grows in, would mess up his teeth pretty bad. Tomorrow is the appointed day to have it removed, so he's going in for surgery at a very early hour in the morning—something the wife isn't looking forward to. Neither is Jaden. He is a bit scared of the whole thing.
This is one of those situations where I'm probably not the right person for the job. Fortunately, mommy will be with him tomorrow, which is a good thing. We don't expect any major problems, of course. Being there is surgery involved, there's always a risk, but we won't think about that.