My 7 year old son was setting up the ole 'I'm sick, so I don't know if I can go to school tomorrow' routine. He complained of a headache, I gave him some ibuprofen then he complained of nausea.
After describing what his day would look like in no uncertain terms (in bed, no Wii, no TV, no friends, no fun), he mysteriously got better after taking his shower.
"Mommy, I feel better. I think the medicine helped. The throw up went into my feet."
"What?! Your feet? You mean your nausea is gone?"
"No, the throw up. The medicine scared it to my feet."
"Umm, okay. Why did it go to your feet?"
"Because that's where throw up hides for me, in my feet. Everyone is different. Mine goes to a secret, dark hiding spot in the middle of my feet and when I have to throw up next time, it rushes out, up to my mouth and I throw it up. I'm fine now, it's locked up."
"I did not know about this."
"You're a nurse, mommy, didn't they teach that to you in school?"
"I guess not."
"Where does your throw up hide?"
"I don't really know."
"You should look at your feet, I bet it's in there."