LADY P: Sssssshhhh....darling, I understand. You feel a bit funny after that headache you had.
ME: But mummy, why do we always get headaches when a storm comes?
LADY P: Let me put it this way, pet: the thunder becomes so angry, it seeps into little ones' brains and causes the surface of their skull to crack, and glow red.
ME: *groans*
LADY P: Oh dear oh dear no no sssshhh-sshhh, it's alright. Don't fret. Here, let me carry you up to bed.
ME: Thank you, mummy.
LADY P: I like to imagine how daunting it must be to have a hurting head when a storm comes.
ME: *groans*
LADY P: Oh dear, I think you feel sick. Come on, darling, let's go to the toilet. You can be sick in there.
BLEEEEEAAAURGH!
LADY P: Oh darling, you feel worse.
ME: I do...I do. *begins crying*
LADY P: There, it's okay. Let it all out now....ssssshhhh...there. You are so tired and dizzy. I'll get you a nice wet cloth to clear your sticky mouth, then I'll put you to bed.