NOT a good day for elastic waistband

Today I had to make a quick trip to the Dr. to get my Rhogam shot. I prepped Cady that I would be getting a shot in my butt and she could hold my hand to help me feel better. I wore some sweat pants to make it easy for them to pull down my pants for the shot. We get to the exam room, the nurse pulls down my pants, injects me, and while she is slowly putting the syringe full of ouch into my bottom, Cady jumped up and held my hand. Very sweet (very painful too). The nurse was kind enough to give Cady her very own syringe so that she could administer injections to her babies at home.
After our appt she wanted to play in the waiting room play area. During that time, she kept pulling up my shirt to give the baby a shot. Okay, I wasn't thrilled to keep exposing my belly but it was the lesser of all evils yet to come. After a couple of minutes of this I announced to Cady that it was time to leave. Leaving meant walking from the play area at the back of the large waiting room to the door on the opposite end. This was right before lunch, the Dr.'s office was backed-up, and it was CROWDED. So walking out involved walking in front of a lot of people. Cady decides on the way out that I need a shot in my butt. So she grabs my sweats and tries to pull my pants down. I'm walking quickly trying to get out of there and Cady is behind me grabbing at my pants the entire time, pulling them down and YELLING (she was quite bent out of shape at this point that I wasn't playing along), "I need to shot your butt, I need to shot your butt, I need to shot your butt!" the entire way out. I'm sure it was a good show for those that were waiting. Why me?