A Veterinarian

Last week I asked Savannah what she wanted to be when she grew up. It was for a newspaper feature of the kindergarten students starting this year.

She replied, "a princess!" To which I replied, "what's your next choice?"

"A veterinarian", she said.

So I wrote it down without thinking twice about how she doesn't like our dogs.

This morning Shane was reading the feature, saw her response and started laughing. In that order, I swear. So he decided to question her about it.

Shane: Savannah, you want to be a veterinarian when you grow up?

Savannah: Yes.

Shane: Do you know what that is?

Savannah: Ummm, they don't eat meat?

*pause while we both start gasping for air because we're laughing so hard*

Shane: That's a vegetarian. A veterinarian is actually a doctor for animals, you know the people that we take the dogs and chickens too? Do you think that you would like that?

Savannah: Sure. (which is the truth, because she does like most animals and she could handle it, I'm sure)

Then Shane compared Savannah's picture to another girl with the last name of Garcia or Lopez...which is to say, no different than her looking like my sister-in-law. I mean really, if they don't look like me does it really matter who they look like?