Is it me, or is the room spinning?

Me (Staining a wood wall with toxic fume-y chemicals)

Grandboy: Grandpa I’m having a hard time breathing and it feels like the room is spinning.

Me (Alarmed): WHAT? Boy let’s go outside and get fresh air. Hurry.

Grandboy: It’s ok grandpa. I was just (spinning around in a circle) SPINNING FOR FUN and I’m out of breath now. But going outside is a good idea. This place stinks