Ike: *is off from school again because ha ha ha ha of course he is I should get a manny*
Ike: *approaches me while dramatically rubbing his stomach*
Amy: No. Oh no.
Ike: My body doesn't feel so good.
Amy: *internal screaming*
Amy: Are you going to throw up?
Ike: My body needs to play on the Xbox.
Ike: That will make me not throw up.
BREAKING EPILOGUE: He just came into my room and tried the exact same thing, as I was typing this. Still haven't given him the soothing curative balm of the Xbox, but I did get him unload the dishwasher. Points for still being a tiny bit smarter than my four year old!
(That face though... I feel like that face needs to play on the Xbox.)