Anyway, mama had gone armed with sweets to distract us, which turned out to be quite unnecessary. Bhai went first because mama was confident he would be no trouble at all and he came off looking quite dapper. I was a little hassled because they put my hand under this huge plastic thing and I couldn’t get the sweet to my mouth. But once mama helped me with it things were cool. I didn’t even realise when my cut was through. I got a neat little fringe (which mama insists on combing back from my forehead…. she’s so not ‘in’).
PS
I said my name for the first time yesterday. I can also say ‘Bhai’ and pretty much everything anyone asks me to repeat. Bhai manages just a ‘Na’ for me.