This evening I put Tristen down to bed - he was tired and I thought he would go pretty quick.... So I jumped in the shower and as I was getting out I could here him crying... So I went in and asked him what was wrong, first off he had unzipped his footed pjs all the way down so I zipped him up, then he was telling me he needed "medicine" Last week was the only time he had some Motrin for a cold but only once... So I asked him "Honey, why do you need medicine, you aren't sick?" With a very excited tone in his voice he said to me "cause I like it!" HA!