“I’m sorry I can’t, I’m not actually a doctor”, you blow Uncle Robert off with his weird ear thing. It’s not the end of the world if he doesn’t understand what you do. You decide to ignore it. That doesn’t stop everyone from prying for more information.
“So if you’re in genetics, does that mean that you’ll be able to make a clone of ruffles?” your mom asks about the dog you grew up with. “I don’t think he’s going to make it through next year and I think we should be thinking of a backup plan.”
“Yeah, I’d hate it if I had to teach a new dog all his tricks!” your dad adds
Your family thinks you can clone your dog ruffles to save them some heart ache, what do you do?