"Mommy, I'm too hungry to get out of bed. My tummy hurts. I'm STARVING!"
Sigh. Here we go. I decide to forgo the lecture on why, if he'd actually eaten his supper last night, he wouldn't be so hungry this morning. I offer multiple options. All are refused. He's too hungry to think. So I pour him a bowl of cereal and literally carry him to the table.
He's too miserable and hungry to feed himself. So, naturally, I spoon feed my perfectly capable 7 year-old. It's all in the name of getting him out of the house in time, and out of my hair for a few hours.
Cereal done. Still in pain. I send him off to try to use the bathroom. But he goes and crawls back into bed.
By this time I'm actually thinking maybe he is actually ill. So I ask him about the pain, if he can describe it, is it any better. And we decide he should probably stay home.
But wait. What will "stay home" look like? I decide to call his bluff. I know how to figure out if this is real or not. Make staying home look like less fun than school.
"Ok honey. You can stay home. But it will be a quiet day of books and movies. If you're too sick for school, you're too sick for video games. Right? I'll go call in sick for you now."
"No! I'm starting to feel better now. Maybe I still had a tummy ache because the food hadn't digested yet. But it's ok now. I'm feeling much better."
And just like that, he was cured. He skipped off to school, chattering away.
Score one for Mom.