So we are sitting in the Doctor's Office waiting room. I'm holding Emma in my lap and we are both starring straight ahead at the two busy receptionist....answering phones...taking messages...filing documents...pecking away on their computers. And then the conversation goes:
me: "Would you like to work in a doctor's office when you get bigger?"
me: "...answering phones...working on the computer..."
emma: "No mom!" " I would be the Doctor!"
...of course she will!