Giggles

So, today I was at the dentist's office getting two root canals and a "build up" of another tooth that they root-canalled recently. There was not a door between the room I was in and the room next to me, where a seven-year-old boy was the patient.

"I don't want to be here. I hate coming to the dentist,"

The assistant said, "Look up there on the ceiling; I put on Shrek for you!"

The boy replied, "I don't want Shrek. I hate Shrek! Take it off!"

The dentist comes in.

The boy looks at him and says, "I don't want to giggle! Your gloves are disgusting. Don't stick them in my mouth."

The dentist explains that he may not have to do anything today, but he first must take a look, because the boy's parents had seen something that they wanted the dentist to look at. The boy reluctantly opens his mouth for the dentist to take a quick look. The dentist says he won't have to do anything today, and if the boy is good, the next time he comes in the dentist will give him some prizes. No prizes today, though, for obvious reasons.

The dentist finishes up with the boy and comes in to my room. I tell him I want prizes, and I also want giggles.