When I grow up, I want to be a pediatrist.
I will dress like a victorian doctor and have a big wax
moustace. The mom brings in her little boy and begins to
explain her problem, raise my finger and stop her in the
middle of the explanation and say
"Hmm...perhaps too much soda pop is to blame? Eh?"
then, with a knowing smile, muss up the boys hair
and give him a lolly pop and escort them out of my office.