Queasy

"Mommy, my stomach hurts."

Hmm.  Let's see.  You've spent the past hour flying around the house, jumping over your brother, dodging imaginary bullets from imaginary villians, catapulting off the furniture, somersaulting over imaginary infrared alarm lights....

"I think you're okay." 

It doesn't matter which boy said this tonight.  Toss a coin.