Couple of hours ago an anxious neighbor comes over to ask if I'd mind taking a look at her grandson's dog. I go over, check out the pup, do my thing and leave instructions with the neighbor for a follow up. I collect my fee (brownies still warm from the oven) and I'm on my way out the door when the grandson (maybe 5?) stops me to ask about his dog. After a few seconds of reassurance we finish up with this:
Him: Are you a real doctor?
Me: I'm a veterinarian.
Him: What's that?
Me: It means I'm a doctor who takes care of animals
Him: Are you smart as a doctor that takes care of people?
Me: Well, to be honest I'm not sure. Maybe.
Him: I bet you're smarter.
Me: Oh yeah? Why's that?
Him: 'Cause my mom's a doctor that takes care of people and she never brings home brownies.
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"Trust is a verb."
Street Buddha.
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