I was at my orthopedic surgeon's office for a follow-up on my broken shoulder. The only other people in the waiting room were a man in his mid-20s and his son, who looked like he was around nine or ten. The man was watching Jerry Springer, while the son rolled around on the floor, drummed his feet, and asked how long they'd be, where they were going next, what time they were having lunch. On Springer, a man had just learned that his fiancee was having an affair with his sister, and there was a shot of the two women kissing in front of the whooping studio audience. The man suddenly scooped up his son and began tickling his sides furiously and shouting, "Are you turned on by two women making out? Are you turned on by two women making out?" The son laughed hysterically and yelled back, "No, you are! No, you are! You're the one turned on by two women making out!"