Chichi is not a big fan of the place where she has received several needles, and it seems that she is never going to forget this. She bursts into tears at the mere smell of the waiting room. That's where my iPhone comes in handy.
Chichi is quite proficient at operating the apps that I have downloaded for her, and can conceivably play for hours without taking any notice of her surroundings. It only makes sense to let her play with it to calm her nerves when we visit the doctor. At least it makes sense to me.
The person who could not see the logic in the Chichi-iPhone arrangement was a thirteen year old patient who was also waiting to see the doctor.
"MOM! Even that BABY has an iPhone! I'm the last person on earth who doesn't have one!"
I was talking to the doctor at this point, so my mom calmly explained to the girl and her mother that it was in fact the baby's mother's phone.
"WELL I DON'T CARE! That BABY can still operate the thing better than I can because I never get to use one!!!"
To the mother of that teenage girl; "YOU'RE WELCOME!"