Becoming a surgeon

Gwyneth is off to college and wants to become a surgeon. We're very proud, but grandfather wants to dissuade her. 

Grandfather: If you become a surgeon, you'll have to cut people open, you'll be up to your elbows in blood every day. You'll have a lot of stress.

Gwyneth: Oh no, I'm fine with that. In fact, it will be relaxing. If I had a hard day, I'll be able to come to work and stab people. It will relieve all my stress.

George looks frightened.

Gwyneth, seeing George look frightened: Well, you know. To make them better. Stab them to make them better.

The cute boy

Gwyneth, as a teenager, and George, are walking in a campground by a pond. We see a large Indian family on the beach, parents and maybe five children, mostly boys from the ages of 2 to 18, in swimsuits.

Gwyneth: Wow, what a cute boy!

George looks: Yes, that two-year-old is adorable.

Gwyneth, frowning: No, Papa. That was not the one I meant.

Continuing adventures

Gwyneth, now mostly grown up, found this blog!

Gwyneth: This is so cool! I didn't realize you were writing down the things I said and did. But why does it end in 2014, why did you stop writing about me?

George: Well, we though you might not want us to write about you any more now that you're grown up, you might be embarrassed. Also, now that you're mostly grown up you don't say so many cute things.

Gwyneth: No, please, write more. I will try to say more cute things, I promise!