About a year ago I asked Davis what he wanted to be when he grew up. He told me he wanted to be Davis. This past school year, because of talk of careers at his school, he told me he wanted to be a doctor. He hasn’t wavered from this decision for many months now. A few days ago in the car we were discussing his career choice, so I explained that their are different kinds of doctors and asked him what kind of doctor he wanted to be. He told me he was going to be a foot doctor. So now we are learning the word podiatrist.

Interestingly enough as I am sitting here typing this I am remembering that all through high school, I told one of the smartest kids in my graduating class (Brad Markowitz) that I was going to marry him b/c he wanted to be a doctor. Well, wouldn’t you know it, I found out through facebook, that sure enough, Brad is a doctor and of course is married to a beautiful girl and has a family. I certainly don’t regret not marrying Brad Markowitz, not one bit. I am thinking that maybe I just had my men mixed up. Maybe I have always known there would be a doctor in my family. I just hadn’t met Davis yet.

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