The conversations are imaginary, but the situations are real.
Me: Gooooood morning Hatta bear!
Hatta: Good morning Mummy. I’m hungry.
Me: Did you have a good night’s sleep?
Hatta: Yes I did, Mummy, thank you. I’m hungry. Feed me, please.
Me: Did you have sweet dreams?
Hatta: Not really, Mummy. Even if I did, I don’t remember them. Are you going to pick me up any time soon? My stomach’s growling.
Me: Did you dream of unicorns and rainbows? Or of tractors and dinosaurs?
Hatta: Neither. Mummy I’M FAMISHED PICK ME UP PLEASE AND FEED ME.
Me: Did you dream of dinosaurs sliding down rainbows? Or of unicorns driving tractors through meadows? Leprechauns and pots of gold?
Hatta: MUMMY STOP TALKING AND PICK ME UP NOW NOW NOW FEED ME NOW I’M HUNGRYYYYYYYYYYYY
Me: (Picking Hatta up) Oooooh aren’t we a cranky Hatta bear this morning? Not much of a conversationalist are you, Hatta?
Hatta: The service here is terrible. I wish I could eat elsewhere.
Me: Too bad, Hatta bear. You have a six-month exclusive contract with me, with an option to extend to two years. You’ll just have to learn to be a bit patient sometimes.
Hatta: Sigh. The future looks bleak.
