This afternoon, Gloria and I were headed to the Y. Somehow we got on the topic of what she wants to be when she grows up. The usual list...a teacher, a writer, an artist. I reminded her that she has also mentioned being a veterinarian. The conversation that followed went something like this:
G: You mean a vet.
M: That what I said. A veterinarian.
G: No! A vet. Not someone who only eats vegetables. That's not a job!
M: (laughing, which of course got me in trouble) No. You're right. Eating vegetables is not a job. But I think you mean a vegetarian.
G: (indignant because I was laughing) Well how was I supposed to know? They sound almost the same!