Two things have I found.
1) You can never pay Gary enough compliments.
2) You can never give Gary enough sympathy.
Poor baby had his first root canal today. I thoughtfully have never had a root canal. If I were to have had a root canal it would spoil everything, because Gary would have had to tell me HIS root canal was horrific, and MY root canal must have been some defective con-artist SHAM root canal because I could NEVER HAVE TOLERATED such agonizing pain.
At some point during the preliminary exam, the dentist took a diminutive silver hammer and pinged at his sore tooth. He screamed. She did it again (just to make sure) and he screamed again so hideously it made the dentist laugh. I sympathize with the dentist, because Gary in pain is one of the funniest things I've ever seen. It's (giggling) just so over the top (laughing)! You just think he must be exaggerating it, and then after you realize he isn't ... well, it's still funny.
Because I know I am such an sympathetic, heartless cow I make a special effort to baby him when he's had a traumatic experience like having his...
"...mouth VIOLATED! They just went in there and pulled out the living part of the tooth! It was like A TOOTH ABORTION!"
Yes, honey ... It's awful ... Poor thing ... I hope I never have to go through that.