Bah, this was nothing. Emergency Room, though?!? Quick,..
...somebody call Social Services and take that kid away from DrooK!
Heck, all I caused was *one* instance of impressively-full(*), impressively-stinky diapers. 'T'was on our weekly swimming trip; I'd forgotten to bring any milk from home, and bought a carton from the swimming hall cafeteria that had apparently gone bad. Had the girl behind the counter zap it in her microwave, but forgot to taste it. Max whined a bit, didn't want to drink it, but acquiesced when I foisted it on him.
He fell asleep during the bus ride home, as he usually did then, but when he woke up at home he whined and squirmed until he'd dumped that load of foul-smelling curry-sauce-looking yellow liquid, and filled up on fresh milk in stead. Anki smelled what was left in the bottle, and gave me a good talking-to about always tasting. I don't recall for sure, but I think Max was a bit under the weather for the rest of that day; though I'm sure he was fine the next morning.
*Far* from any ER visit, IMO -- so, no, you didn't succeed in making me feel guilty again. :-)
(*) Full to overflowing; there was some leakage around the edges, IIRC.
