The sun was high. I was driving our car while kids were seated together. Chantry was quiet while Ate Hale kept on talking. She was giving me 99 questions in a span of 15 minutes; or make that 5 minutes. Suffice to say, she was throwing at me tons of questions while my eyes were seriously focused on the road. In spite of the traffic condition, I managed to give a gentle answer while the afternoon sun was hitting the pavement and while I was trying to cope up with her many questions. Suddenly, her topic diverted to her desire of becoming a doctor someday.

“Momma, can I be a pediatrician so that I can cure babies?”

Without a hint of hesitation, I gave her a gratifying answer, “You’ll have lots of patients when that happens.”

She knows that a pediatrician is for kids and babies. In an abrupt moment, she changed her mind, “Momma, can I just be a mommy-trician instead of a pediatrician?”

In an instant, my seriousness was replaced with laughter. Where on earth did she even hear the word mommy-trician!???