“Sammie, you should to be a doctor when you grow up.” I told my seven-year-old niece. “Why?” She asked. “So that you could help people, including grandma, your mom, and me.” I responded. “Yeah, but I am going to be a fashion designer.” She insisted. “That’s impressive! How did you decide that?” I questioned. “Sophie [her cousin who is two years older than her] wants me to.” She said. “Sophie wants you to?” I puzzled. “Yes. She wants me to be her assistant.” She replied. I was speechless.