I made the boys sandwiches today and sat them down to eat. Caleb starts whining about how he doesn't feel good. It goes something like this.

Caleb: "I don't feel very good right now."

Me: "You're fine. Eat your food."

Caleb; "But I don't feel very good."

Me: "What doesn't feel good? Your head... your stomach...?"

Caleb: "My Sandwich!"


Well played, Caleb. Well played.