Sometimes I confuse my children with my pets.
Ok. Maybe I do this a lot.
In the last three and a half years, I haven't managed to stop myself from frequently saying "vet" when I mean "pediatrician".
Last night, I was feeding Evie some avocado and she had her head turned away, so I tapped on her high chair tray and started to do my "Girls come here!" whistle. Then I realized my child has neither fur nor shockingly bad breath.
Sorry kiddos. Please stop me if I ever try to hand you a sandwich bag full of kibble.