We had pizza for dinner at about 7pm. A few hours later he demanded curly fries. I wasn't hungry, so I stomped through to the kitchen and put curly fries in the oven for him. Apparently when he ate them some were undercooked, and he spent last night throwing up.
It's his own fault though - if he wasn't such a lazy bugger (and knew how to use the oven) he'd have been able to make them himself, and not rely on me (in full strop mode) to cook for him.