Et tu, Brute?
Cute kid came for an injection today. 10 month old, very playful, smiling like an angel. " Gunjan " her mother filled in when I asked the name. " Hello Gunjan !" Her eyes lit up listening to her own name. We had a good start. Waved to my Hello, she took the rattle I gave to her for playing, trying to bite the bright colored plastic toy like all the kids of her age do. She sat in her mother's lap while I jotted notes in her file. " She has learnt to sit up, crawls on the floor ", Her mom was proud to tell me. 'She speaks Baba only' I nod. ' Milestones WNL' ,my pen scribbles automatically. "Put her on the table, please." I order her mother. Small village woman. She follows. "Hey, Golu!!!" I chimed my favourite practiced phrase, waving a stuffed teddybear in her face. I let her grab it. Two tiny hands, hold the toy far less cute than herself. As I put my stetho, I keep the eye cont