Cayenne: Bleh-arf! (barfs on couch)
Me: Oh, Cayenne. I'm so sorry your tummy is upset... but, well, ick.
Isaac: Barf? Can I have it?
Me: Well, at least you didn't throw up on me. Guess I should be thankful for small favors.
Cayenne: Since I threw up my breakfast, will you feed me again?
Isaac: I didn't throw up my breakfast, but will you feed me again, anyway?