No more housework

During a visit to my mother's clinic, my kid brother, who's training to be a dentist, motioned me to get onto the dental chair so he could see if I have new cavities.

"Open your mouth," he said, and I sat there, almost paralyzed. He was in a real position to tickle me. As he was exploring my oral cavity with a cold dental mirror, I felt proud seeing him do the moves with gusto, even if he was mostly pretending (I could tell).

"You have pretty stable hands," I said.

"Yep. And you know what that means?" he beamed, "I shouldn't do any housework anymore."