Daniel refused to eat dinner tonight. He had me dish it out, but wouldn't touch it. When we asked him why, did his teeth hurt? He said,
"No. But I can't eat this because the sugar bugs on my teeth get on my teeth and make me nauseous. And I can't brush my teeth because then the sugar bugs get on my tooth brush and that makes me nauseous, too." And he went on with a lengthy explanation that I can't remember because I was watching Tim trying to hide his laughter as unsuccessfully as I was.
Nobody in our family ever even uses the word 'nauseous,' preferring the less trendy, easier to spell, and less usagely debatable 'nauseated'. I have no idea where he might have heard it!