Somin was about two or two-and-a-half and just about getting over his fear of haircuts after constant refrains of "Your hair has grown, your hair has grown". He was also keen to do everything everyone else did including typing on the computer ("Maa kam toh kaya") to watering plants. "They need water and food just as we do to grow," we had told him in answer to one of his innumerable whys.
So that's the background. One monsoon evening, we were standing on the terrace when it started raining. He looked at me and pointing to his head said, "Maasi, look my hair is growing!"