My head hurts

I rarely get headaches, but this afternoon I had a doozy, and the light made it hurt. So I was lying down with the blanket over my head, and by the time I thought of strong drugs, I didn't want to leave my dark cocoon for one second.

- Go ask Daddy to give you Aleve.
- Leave?
- Uh-leave.
- <confused>Uh-leave.
- <goes in another room> Will you give me leave?
- Not leave, UH-leave!
<The Aleve didn't make much difference.>
...
- Are you sleeping?
- No, but I wish I were.
- Why?
- Because then my head wouldn't hurt.
- Then go to sleep.
- I can't because somebody keeps talking to me.
- Okay, you can go to sleep. I'll be quiet.
- <doubting>
- Actually, no.
- <laughing loudly>
...
<I also had my usual stomachache, and lots of gas.>
- Excuse me...excuse me...
- You're farting a lot.
- Yep, it makes my tummy feel better.
- I hope you don't start having a farting thing.
- What's a farting thing?
- Like, farting all the time.
- Um, I don't think that would be unusual.

We have conversations like this all the time, and I wish I could write them all down.