There's nothing like the smell of barf in the morning

So after round one we situated Mr. Vomit on the couch, in front of Nick Jr., sipping water with a bowl in front of him acting as a hurl-holder.
"Mom, my tummy hurts," I hear as I am trying to make the coffee maker brew in hyperdrive.
"Well, get into the bathroom!" I screech.
Torn between watching Wipeout and the inconvience of going to another room to empty the contents of his stomach he actually yelled back, "No thanks, I have a bowl here!"