A dentist appointment for your feelings
Me: Have fun at therapy!
Him: There's no fun at therapy. It's like a dentist appointment for your feelings.
Me: No it's not. When your therapist asks how you're doing, she actually wants to know.
Him: "How are you doing?" "I'm turning into my father!"
Me: Exactly. A dentist would be like, "Uh, do you mean your father doesn't floss?"












