Transitional objects are ubiquitous in childhood. They may take the form of a favorite blanket or, in my 18-month-old son's
case, a stuffed bear named Bo. Mine was, oddly enough, a label maker. Once I could spell, the “click, click-click” of the
label maker became standard household din. Upon matriculation to medical school, I was introduced to a new, more sophisticated
form of labeling. More rooted in science than in the imagination, it was the art of creating medical diagnostic labels.