A Six Year Old Daddy’s Princess Wants to Be Best Dentist in Las Vegas

Sometimes I feel like to run away somewhere from the little devil I have at my home. My little devil daughter is 6 years old and obviously daddy’s princess. This is the time when kids start playing with heavy words like what they want to become and it changes every hour. And to support their million dream jobs their daddy bring the similar board games. This week my daughter is stuck with the idea of becoming the best dentist in Las Vegas. I quoted the exact words, not just dentist rather the best one. Her dad just knows how to gift but it’s me who has to handle her 24 X 7 with that play toy. You will not trust when I will tell what she said to me. Her words remember, “Mommy I m a big girl know and want to have experience for my future. So please find a dentist who can teach me about it.” I can’t even laugh because if I will she will be embarrassed and her confidence will drop but literally I was stunned by listening how much a six-year-old can think.

Well, my shock got the reason when my husband came back from office and asked her what she learnt about dentists today. So he is the big time culprit and was teaching her these heavy words and when I confronted him he gave me that sheepish smile. I bear my kiddo whole day I am the permanent patient or trial object for all her dentist's experiment and if you ask her whom she loves the most, answer comes “I love my daddy the most”. Seriously, but I do love her a lot and found a dentist near me who was ready to entertain her demands and questions.

When she asked the questions from him he elaborated the whole process that how she has to check every mouth even those who don’t brush (eew), etc, etc. after listening to him she was silent in a whole way to home and went straight to her room. I was a bit worried that she is hurt but you can’t imagine what happened next. She came down wearing a cheerleader dress she had for school functions and told me that she don’t want to be the best dentist in Las Vegas anymore rather she want to become a cheerleader. God help me with this six-year-old. Now I will sit and enjoy when she will tell the same thing to her dad and his reaction. Now it’s his turn to panic.