I sat comfortably in my miniscule purple plastic chair with round chunky legs and a solid back. My mom straightened my bow and went over to the camcorder. We don’t have baby books or pictures in my familly. We have videos. A red light sparked to life and I perked up. I always did love the camera.
“So what do you want to be when you grow up, Emma?”
“I want to be a vet!”
“Oh really?”
“Yes. I looooove animals,”I said solidly yet sing-songily.
“See, I couldn’t handle the blood,”
“Well I wouldn’t be that type of vet,”
“I see.”
“But animals are so cute! Look at Rex!” I said, hugging the neck of my Jack Russell Terrier I had got that Christmas and he playfully tugged on my shirt.
“So you want to be a vet?”
“Yes.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes. But I want to be another thing too.”
“Mhm?”
“I want to be Madonna.”