Henry has taken a recent interest in medicine, which he calls "MayMay." The only thing he gets is Motrin, but I think he likes the berry flavor. He asks for it almost daily, and of course we tell him no.
He has finally figured out that something needs to hurt to get some, so then he starts his litany of complaints. First he points to his head, and then his teeth and then his stomach. He really blew his cover today when he told me that his Elmo doll needed some for his head too.