In the house across our street lives a toddler, a delicate little girl. Last Sunday morning as we stepped out of our building, the toddler was outside looking at us and I waved at her. She waved back shyly and then I asked her to come with us to the vegetable market. I'd barely uttered the words, Pushpa chimed in "come with us for vegetable shopping, we'll get cabbage." The toddler's mom was seemingly wondering at Pushpa's line. The toddler, obviously stayed in the safety of her home as we drove away.
Once out of earshot, looking at Pushpa, I said that only she could come out with such a line. Well, you must be wondering what's with this cabbage. Let me confess; when our toddler friend was an infant, she was even more delicate, fair and had a few silky strands on her little head. Like a tender little head of cabbage. Since that time, the name stuck - cabbage head baby. She's one calm and curious little baby, eager to learn things and friendly from a distance.
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