On betrayal

This morning we went to the children's hospital because the baby has to have regular blood tests. He sat in the waiting room beaming at everyone and cooing and generally being charming and then we went into see the phlebotomist. In the children's hospital you have to follow footprints to either Room 1 or Room 2 when your turn comes for a blood test so we made our way to Room 2 following the prints to show the baby, because we've only ever been to Room 1 before.

Room 2 has minty green walls and a lovely smiling lady waiting for us at whom the baby promptly grins at and says, "Oooo-ah-o."

So we sit down and the baby continues his display of lovely smiles and babbly oo-aaahing and then the phlebotomist says, "Oh dear, please don't smile at me like that" and stabs him in the arm. At which point he gives her this shocked look so full of hurt that she is almost unable to draw the blood she needs, she feels so bad.

So the lovely smiley lady turned out to make horrible hurty pain and the baby learns in one tiny moment that actually it is possible to be betrayed.