Extra Charge For Tackle Holding

Yesterday I had taken Sydney to get what I thought was a cap for his back tooth. Well, turns out it was a filling instead.
We arrived about 10 minutes early and ran inside with Sydney yelling,"Potty Really Bad". He went and then I read him a super hero story book in the waiting area until we were called in. I have to admit that I was more nervous for him. SHOTS in the mouth and they wiggle and jiggle till you think you can pass out. I use to think,"I pay for this pain-you idiot."
The assistant put the child size nose air hose on his face that made him look like an alien piglet. She swabbed his cheek with a numbing agent and we sat for about 5 minutes she insisted that he would feel nothing, the dentist walked in. Now this guy is a strapping 35ish man about 6 foot tall, goatee and good sense of humor. He looks more like he belongs in a field working the plow in his overalls vs the khaki pants and polo type shirt.
Sydney was just way too happy at this point, the dentist looked at him and Sydney started to giggle, the man said I think this is the best patient today..........and then............
He slowly gave him that shot, no wiggling and jiggling but he did it S L O W L Y. Till the whole needle was expelled of it's contents. Then another right in the gum area. Oh I sat there waiting for a terror of screams but all I saw was Sydney raising his right hand in a non suggestive manner. The drill came next and I think the vibration set him off. He kept yelling ow,ow,ow. The dentist checked and said he was knumb but gave him another shot anyway. The same thing happened. He was perfect up till this point. He was done with the drill and started to pack the molor with the silver when Sydney about launched off the kid sized chair. I had to hold his arms and legs down while the dentist and the assistant cought the escaping arms that let go in my grip. He was screaming madly like in the movies
Then as we all agree to let him up he screams with tears in his eyes that he has to go potty and he jumps up and his new SpiderMan flip flops fly off his feet as he makes a mad dash for the door. I am hanging on his shirt as I feel he may fall from the gas induced state. He runs to the bathroom and I pick him up and cradle him as we pass back through the waiting area. All eyes are on us. I felt bad for him and any children new to this clinic as I know anyone within 50 feet of the building was listening to the wailing that was going on. We walk in and the dentist said we are done, he gets up and walks out no longer humming any hyms as before.
We go to Wal-mart and I get him a SpiderMan big wheel and we go to the park.
Life is too hard.