The other day I decided that I want to be a doctor because they make little kids feel better. I like it when Mom tells me about her patients after work (especially the gory details about stinky throw-up or belly tubes). Luckily, Dad is a very good patient. He doesn't cry when I check his ears and give him shots. Sometimes I think I want to be a vet instead, to help dogs. 
Ryan hasn't committed to a career path yet, he's leaving his options open. Stand-up comedy is probably on the table, as well as anything that requires lots of talking or strong hair pulling.
I would also be a great fashion model. I'm really good at finding stylish matching clothes in Mom's closet. She said I can wear her pretty clothes when I'm bigger.
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