You were sleeping peacefully after a long day at work, when you suddenly felt something shaking your shoulder. Sleepily, you opened your eyes and slowly turned on the lamp. You then saw your six-year-old son, Leon, who had a suspiciously dirty face. You sat on the bed and looked at him with concern on your face.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" You asked, concern was in your voice and written all over your face as you were worried that he may be sick or something could happend to him.

"Mom, I threw up..." Leon stuttered, looking at the ground, he didn't want to worry you but he really felt bad.