We had a little boy come in the other day, a cute little 9 month old. His dad brought him in as a walk-in with a gash on his forehead, bleeding into his eye, sobbing. We immediately redirected them to the emergency room, and as he left, we waved and said bye, as we usually do. The child immediately, in the middle of the sobbing, waved his chubby hand and said “bye!” through his tears. There’s very little quite so endearing.