Social butterfly a doctor does not make.

I was in the kitchen eating lunch on this nice rainy day. Nathan is working in the dining room and suddenly tells me, "Sydney would be a good primary care physician."

I laughed out loud at the randomness. Not to say we don't sit around and discuss what kind of profession she needs to be... but come on... a PCP? They make no money.

"Why a PCP honey?"

"Well, she's the most social kid in school and she is so nurturing toward little kids."

I'm thinking that she'd actually make a better pediatric oral surgeon or cardiologist. But then I level set with him, "Honey, she's FIVE. People used to think I was a nice kid too and then..."

In unison I say, "I became a xitch," and he says, "you met me."