Baby Powder

Yesterday I had another two of those moments when I just remember where I am and realise this is not my normal environment.
I was dashing along the corridor by the wards to go to our sluice room (and by dashing, I don't mean my usual UK nurse walk, that has departed long since, can you believe it!!), and I poked my head into B ward. A ward where I was working is full of adults, with only two children, B ward on the other hand is virtually all kids and so is full to overflowing with people, kids and their care givers. I am having serious withdrawal from my lack of pediatric patients, so I felt a quick detour to B ward for some kiddy time was neccessary.
Across the room I spied a young couple, clearly doting on their very young little baby. Mama had just finished giving the baby a good scrub and had him lain over her lap. Here I have noticed that whatever we give to the patients, be it soap, build up drinks or moisturiser in their admission packs, they seem to think it must be very important, and what one person has, others always want the same.
This mama had been given a bottle of baby powder, and use it she did. I could barely contain myself as this chocolate coloured mini person became gradually what can only be described as a big white ball of cotton wool. Every inch of the baby's skin was gradually dowsed in powder, leaving only a tiny little chocolate head free of the stuff. My word, I really had to giggle! Another moment where the simplist thing is the most precious!