We were driving to preschool this morning and Elliot saw a garbage truck driver as we were getting on the highway.
"Mommy, look, a garbage man -- he's a community helper, you know."
"Yes, he is."
"You are a community helper, too."
"You're kind of a doctor."
"I am? Wha ...? No, Elliot, I am not a doctor."
"Yes, you are Mommy. You raise money for kids with cancer."
"I do do that."
"So you are a doctor. You make them feel better."
"I'm not really a --"
"Yes, you are. You are kind of a doctor."
If I am a doctor, why doesn't my bank account show it?