I will not go!

Yali was sitting on my lap in the tree swing. Hot, blue afternoon…

“Yali, you get to see the nephrologist again tomorrow. You get to visit the doctor. Remember, they take pictures of your kidney?”

Yali flew off my lap and thrust out one small brown hand in protest. He remembered what an ultrasound was. “No! That is too wet! I will not go to the doctor! I will go to Puck!” He ran for the side door, turning his head dramatically from me. “No! I will not go to the doctor! No! Don’t say anything! I will not go!”