Remember the four year old who knew the cabinet like she knew her ABCs? The one who who wanted to visit the savanna when she was five – when her mother agreed it would be nice to see the elephant and caribou she giggled and told her: “Caribou live in the polar region, mommy”.

Well she just turned six and she’s into doctors. Not in a ‘watch me wear mommy’s stethoscope’ sort of way but in a ‘sit in awe as I read gynecology books and discuss cell regeneration’ kind of way. She wants her mother to have another baby so she can see a cesarean performed. She’s requested it specifically.

She still likes Tinkerbell and Barbie and has a room full of pink-n-pretty. But there’s Beethoven playing in the background and gross anatomy texts by the CareBears.