What are little boys made of?

Tonight I recommended that Lincoln sleep on a mattress in the living room just in case because he was just not acting like himself. He was wanting to rock and snuggle instead of play.  I asked him if he was feeling ok - he said his tummy felt funny.  I asked him if it hurt.  He said, "No, it feels like there are frogs in it."  Garrett got in the spirit of things and pulled a mattress out to the living room for himself.  His problem... He had a snake in his tummy eating the frogs.  Anyway, I'm hoping for an uneventful night!