This was a few months ago, Summy had a cough and I took her to the doctor. I explained that the doctor will help make her feel better.
She was as good as can be throughout the checkup, the weighing, the temperature-taking, the ear-probing, the poking, the prodding, and the awarding-of-the-stickers.
After he left, she coughed a small cough. Then she complained "Mom, I'm still coughing!" She expects fast results!
I didn't necessarily want to tell her that the medicine was would make her better, because I don't want her to associate doctor visits with medicine. She loves doctor visits, and she doesn't love medicine, so why make the visits harder in anticipation of medicine?
Yesterday, I took her to the doctor again to get a cough checked out. She had also complained of her ear hurting on Sunday, and yesterday she added a stomach ache to her list of ailments (she really really wanted to go see the doctor).
Her regular doctor was out, so we saw another doctor. "So she has a stomach ache?" the doctor asked. I waved my hand and said "I don't know ..." thinking about how to put it without hurting Summy's feelings.
"You mean to say that she would be good in Hollywood?" the doctor said diplomatically.
"Got it. We have a four year old daughter we're thinking of sending to Hollywood", she said.
She understood, no explanations needed. It is so nice to see a doctor who knows exactly what's going on.
The good news was that there was nothing the matter with Summy. She was fit as a fiddle, just wanted an outing to the doctor.
All's well that ends well.