"Daddy, nuuu" I say once we arrive at the doctor's office, I don't like this.
"It's just a check-up" Papa says offering to hold me, last time I was here they gave me so many injections.
"No poking papa?" I ask him still not sure about this whole thing.
"No poking baby, they just need to check on you and give us the go for daycare," he says, it's the same word again, daycare. Why do I need that!
"B-but no need that. I be with daddy all day" I said confused to why I have to go.
"No, you gonna have to play with other littles like you. Learn words and songs, it's gonna be so fun" papa tries to talk me in the whole thing. I guess it sounded fun but I didn't tell them that. It's been a long time since I have been with other people my own age. When we saw the doctor I held onto papa tightly
