I'll Just Pretend It's Juice

“Ohhhhh…” Puck groaned.

It had been a long afternoon for the boys. Two and a half hours of imaging, appointments, and blood work for Yali’s annual nephrology visit. And we were at the very end. The blood work.

“Don’t look,” I told Puck, as the nurse prepared Yali’s arm. “I don’t.”

Puck flung his favorite fleece-lined hoodie over his head and groaned again. “Is it starting yet?”

“Yes.”

“Maybe I’ll just look a little…”

He peeked over the hoodie and allowed his face to contort into horror. “Aaah!”

“Don’t look,” I warned, feeling that same tell-tale cold sweat myself.

But Puck continued to stare. “It’s okay,” he said suddenly. “I’ll just pretend it’s juice.”

The nurse chuckled.

On the way out, we stopped at the snack bar, for juice.