Seaweed and Beehives

On Easter, Max was not at his best.  He actually spent the afternoon on the couch, completely uninterested in food. On the Monday morning after Easter, he shuffled out of his room and announced:

Max:  "Mom, I can't go to school."

Me:  "Why, honey?"

Max:  "Well, I feel like I have seaweed in my stomach, at least one beehive in my throat and a jackhammer in my eye."

With that, he shuffled back to his room and crawled under his covers.

Interesting symptoms.  I wonder his diagnosis....