After Marky pried the child-resistant (ha!) cap off my old bottle of 800mg ibuprofen, I called poison control, who said if I thought he got more than 2.5 pills, I should take him to the ER. I didn't think he had to time to get that many, but I wasn't sure, so I had to take him in. After waiting for an hour in the alcove with this fascinating bed, we were visited by the pediatrician, who looked at Marky for a few minutes and said, "He didn't eat a thing. You're fine."