The scene: a practially all white room with some pictures of Nemo & Co. pasted to the wall.
The suspect: a seemingly nice lady who is smiling at you, putting cold metal things on your chest, lifting you up and laying you down again, squeezing your tummy, and chatting away with your mom.
The other suspect: your mom.
The crime: after being so nicely complimented on how great you look and how well you are doing you receive a very sharp stab into your right leg which is quickly followed by a similar stab to the left. You cry out in protest! What was that! Except you seem to recall that this has happened before. Yes! This has happened before! Let the flood gates open, let the tears rain down and the screams echo forth.
My sweet babe is getting to the point where it's not the shots that are the most horrible part of going to the doctor. It's that I would actually stand by and allow the shots to happen.