Saturday morning after dosing out TB medicine and a protein shake to the mother in the slum, I partook in the usual walk with some of the children back to my bike. Most mornings I am accompanied by a few children holding onto either hand. Yesterday though I found myself with nearly one child grasping onto each finger and a trail of kiddos behind me. The little girl holding onto my pinkie exclaimed (in Hindi) to her friend "Her thumb, you can go hold onto her thumb! No one has it!" The friend scurried in front of the group, and triumphantly grabbed onto my right thumb. Off we went, teetering over the train tracks, through the muddy market and to my bike. Me and ten little ones, there's no better way to start the day!