The Hospital Waiting Room

I was sitting in the Dell Children's Hospital waiting room today, and Sponge Bob was playing on the TV. I'm sitting in a chair, which is next to a small couch, facing the door as well as the TV. After a few minutes, the door to the waiting room swings open and in runs a little boy of maybe 6-years-old with his mother trailing behind him. Immediately this boy runs to look at the TV as his mom walks to the sign in desk. After seeing what is playing, he promptly walks back to his mother and says, "Mom, they're playing a TV show that you would not approve of." Then, he proceeds to run over and jump on the couch and sits right next to me, leans over and whispers, "My mom would NOT approve of this movie."

I held in a laugh, but couldn't help but smile.
"He's a sponge." he says.
I smiled again and said, "Yes, he's a sea sponge."
And his last reply in a very "well duh this is so obvious" manner was, "The's why he's called Sponge Bob."

Of course, that makes all the sense in the world... right?
His mother came to sit down while she filled out some paper work and we talked a little bit. She commented that he was going in for a twelfth MRI that day. I didn't find out what for, but I know that this little boy is a trooper. A ray of sunshine in the midst of whatever it is that is going on in his and his family's life, and he made my day. :)