...Because when someone bets me 10 bucks to eat a combination of mayonaise, applesauce, ketchup, and chocolate milk, I don't feel the need to accept the bet.
And then I don't spend the afternoon throwing up so that my mom has to pick me up from school.
Unlike my son.
Sigh.
And to finalize the punishment that Mother Nature began, I told him, "Hey. 10 bucks will just about cover the gas money to get to school, and having to pay a second time to park (the joys of working downtown). I think that's mine now!"
I also suggested that when he's feeling better, he might want to look up the word emetic... :)
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