Iím a firm believer that thereís humor in just about everything. With obvious exceptions like death and illness and a few others, of course. So when my oldest daughter, just north of 19, found out she needed another wisdom tooth pulled, I couldnít help but see the yin and the yang in that situation. I knew it was gonna be tough for her but hilarious for me.

Now donít jump to conclusions that Iím some heartless mom-witch who likes to see her child suffer. Thereís no Munchausen syndrome by proxy here, donít worry. I donít get off on my kidís pain. What I do get off on is seeing her doped up on Vicodin and slavering on herself. Thatís like found money.

And if youíve ever had a kid whoís had major dental surgery, like a wisdom tooth extraction, then you get it. While weíre basically their indentured servant for a couple of days, we do get the hidden benefit of watching them dribble and salivate all over themselves when they miss their mouth with the water glass, not to mention talk like lunatics while theyíre all doped up. (As a parent, I take whatever entertainment I can get.)

Believe me, very little in this world is as funny as a kid coming out of anesthesia. The things that get said and done are some of the most unique and organic forms of entertainment out there.

Like the girl who came out of anesthesia crying over the fact that she didnít wake up as rapper Nicki Minaj. If youíre not one of the more than four million people to see the video her husband shot, you need to, because itís wet-your-pants hilarious. And the best part is that itís completely unscripted, raw comedy.

This girl was so out of her mind when she woke up, that she was in tears over the fact that she wasnít black and didnít have Nickiís butt. Oh, and she was also distraught that she didnít wake up as best friends with Ellen DeGeneres. Like you just canít make this stuff up. Just Google wisdom tooth Nicki Minaj and sheís the first one that comes up. The blonde with the ponytail.

In Rileyís case, though, because she only had one tooth that needed to come out this time around, she wasnít under that long, so the degree of loopiness was significantly less.

Regardless, it was still an entertaining little dinner show for us.

ďOh, hi muuuuuuummy. (Eyes super wide and stoned-like). I saw a Pokemon run through here when I woke up. And I also think I said some swear words. Hee hee, sorry.Ē Those were her first words to me post-surgery. And I literally almost peed myself right there in the recovery room.

Then she had me video a message to her sister that, in no uncertain terms, insisted that Libby was absolutely going to share the video with the entire free world. Good stuff.

I mean, itís obviously funny when we watch other people being goofy like that, but when itís our own kid saying and doing off-the-wall stuff like that, itís priceless. And when you combine that with them being a little needy for the first time in years, itís really a rare kind of happening.

For the first time since she was little, Riley let me take care of her. Let me wipe the milkshake off her chin when she couldnít feel it dribbling down. Let me sit on the edge of her bed and watch hilarious videos of wisdom-tooth patients post-surgery. She reverted back to the vulnerable little girl I used to snuggle and take care of when she was sick. And Iíll be honest, a part of me was relishing in it.

What can I say, I took an incredible amount of pride and satisfaction in the fact that I was the preferred ice-pack deliverer and watermelon-cutter. Apparently Riley didnít think Dave could cube up watermelon and put it in a bowl quite like me, because she only wanted me. And being perfectly honest, it made me feel wanted and needed in a way that I havenít for a long time.

Because you have to keep in mind that aside from allowing me the ďgiftĒ of doing her laundry from time to time, my fiercely independent daughter has no real interest anymore in being mothered. She wants to take care of herself and as much as I try to sometimes, I canít fault her for it. Itís actually the cycle of life. And while I try not to take it personally and understand that learning to live her own life is a rite of passage, it still stings that she doesnít need me as much anymore.

I guess thatís why her being helpless and needy (and pathetic) after her surgery was such an unexpected gift for me. It gave me a chance to be a real mom to her again, while providing some legitimate comic relief. So if it wasnít illegal, I might actually consider mixing a little hydrocodone into her juice every morning just so I can relive the magic every single day.

ó Lisa Sugarman lives just north of Boston, Massachusetts. Read and discuss all her columns at itiswhatitiscolumn.wordpress.com. She is also the author of LIFE: It Is What It Is available on Amazon.com and at select Whole Foods Market stores.