On the diaper-changing table (no, that girl is nowhere near potty trained, thanks for asking):
Pie: I’m not feeling [which is Pie’s way of saying she’s not feeling well]
Me: Oh, Sweetie! What’s wrong?
Pie: I want somebody to make me feel better.
Me: Of course, Sweetie! What can I do to make you feel better?
Pie: No, not you! Somebody else.
