Sometimes our children tell us early on who they are destined to become. Kids who take their toys apart and put them back together again are quite possibly our future engineers. Those who take care of wounded cats’ prey and other ailing wildlife may wind up nurses. Our kids who create elaborate buildings out of Legos just might become our next generation of architects.
Today I rounded the corner of our living room and found Eva, stripped down to nothing, clothes strewn all over the room, wildly spinning to the theme of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse.”
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I love to dance naked!” she shrieked, now jumping so ecstatically she nearly knocked over the coffee table.
And with that, her membership at the local chapter of the Future Doctors of America, class of 2034, comes to a grinding halt.