Awwwww

So I visited the dentist. The boy wanted to tag along. Fine. I brought him along. He sat on the nice chair while I sat on the dangerous one. Couldn't see him but after 10 minutes of drilling and what not, there was a respite and I turned to look at him. The boy looked worried and hurriedly asked,

"Mummy, are you ok?"

Could I scream and say, "No, it's because of having you my teeth are in this condition!"

No.