So the stomach ache has apparently migrated.
Here is what happened at ridiculous o'clock last night/this morning ohwhothehellknows?
(Knocking on our bedroom door)
BH: (mumbles something that resembles, "What is it?" I think)
#2: My feet are hurting really bad and I can't even think.
Me: It is sleeping time. There is no thinking required.
#2: They hurt so bad I can't even sleep.
Me: What would you like me to do?
#2: I don't know. (Said as she climbs in next to me. Always next to me. Her dad is a cuddly guy, I think she needs to share the love.)
Me: (At some point later hopefully it really was only the few minutes I thought it was) Are your feet better now?
#2: Yes, only one hurts just a little.
Me: Will you be able to sleep?
Me: Get out.
BH's lines throughout this entire exchange: Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.
Since the pain has migrated to her feet, let's hope toenails are the last stop before we are pain free.