Good Doctor

DADDY: The other day we were driving to our date night pizza dinner, and I asked about your day.

You said you went to the doctors and that, "He was a good doctor."

"Why was he a good doctor?" I asked.

"He didn't make me take my pants off," you answered.

This confused me for a second and not-quite-worried me, but I decided to question further.

"Have other doctors had you take your pants off?" I asked.

"The other doctor today did not make me take my pants off."

"Why did they take your pants off?"

"The doctor did not make me hurt," you said, rubbing your upper thighs, scrunching your chin into a coy smile.

Then it hit me...s-h-o-t-s. Almost every time you've been to the doctor it's been for shots. They have you pull your pants down and stab needles into your thighs. But not this time. This doctor was a good doctor because he didn't give you shots. Am I hearing you correctly?

You're funny.