The conversations are imaginary, but the situations are real.
Hatta: Mummy, there’s something wrong with the car. We’re not moving.
Me: There’s nothing wrong with the car, Hatta.
Hatta: I’m telling you, Mummy, there’s something wrong. Wait.. all the other cars are stuck here too… OH MY GOD IT’S THE END OF THE WORLDDDDDD WE’RE ALL DOOOOOOMED HELP HELP HELP
Me: Hatta, we’re at a red light. We’re supposed to stop. Everyone’s supposed to stop. Calm yourself down.
Hatta: NOOOO WE’RE ALL DOOOOOMED FOREVERRRR-eh… we’re moving again! Thank heavens. We’ve been saved!
Me: The traffic light turned green, Hatta. So we can go.
Hatta: IT’S THE END OF THE WORLD AGAIN HELP HELP HELPPPPPPPPPP
Me: Are you going to do this at every red traffic light?
Hatta: IT’S THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW ITTTTTTTTT
Me: Oh good grief.