“Well, my mom and dad are both doctors. Mom’s a pediatrician and her office was set up kind of like this, attached to the house. It let her keep up her practice while my siblings and I were small. Dad’s a psychiatrist. Both of my older brothers are doctors, one of my sisters is too, but she put her practice on hold now that she’s got babies at home. So, you could say it’s in my blood.”
“You want to be a pediatrician?”
“Did Terri tell you?”
“No, you just seem really caring and I’ve noticed that girls like you who want to be doctors gravitate toward pediatrics.”
We were chatting like this when Beth’s phone buzzed. She picked it up and said, “Sure, I’ll ask her to go back.” Then to me she said, “Tom, ‘scuse me, Doctor Fisher, would like you to join them in the exam room.” She chuckled, “he says I should refer to him as “Doctor Fisher in the office because it sounds more professional, then he tells all the kids to call him ‘Tom.’Come on, I’ll bring you back”