The conversations are imaginary, but the situations are real.
It’s milk time. The little bear is happily drinking, almost at the end of his bottle.
Me: Allllright then, you’re done.
Hatta: Wait! I’m not done yet!
Me: Yes you are, Hatta. There’s no milk left. See? The bottle’s empty.
Hatta: THERE’S NO MILK LEFT?!?
Me: In your bottle, Hatta. Of course there’s still some –
Hatta: OH MY GOD THERE’S NO MILK LEFT! WE ARE FACING A FOOD CRISIS!
Me: Calm down, Ha –
Hatta: LISTEN UP, PEOPLE! WE ARE ALL DOOMED! THERE IS NO. MILK. LEFT. IN THE WORLD!!!
Me: Oh good grief. Not this again.
Hatta: IT’S THE END OF THE WORLD, FOLKS! WE DON’T HAVE MUCH TIME LEFT! BREAK OUT THOSE CANS OF FOOD STASHED AT THE BACK OF YOUR CUPBOARDS WHILE WE WAIT FOR OUR INEVITABLE END!!!
Me: Would you please calm down? You’re overreacting. There is no food cri-
Hatta: OH THE AGONYYYYYYY
Me: Hatta, shush! People are turning to look at us.
Hatta: AND SO THEY SHOULD! WE ARE ALL GOING TO STAAAARVE… eh? Hmm.
Me: What’s the matter now?
Hatta: I’m not hungry anymore.
Me: Of course. You just finished an entire bottle of milk. It should last you till your next feed.
Hatta: My next feed? You mean there’s still milk?
Me: Of course there is.
Hatta: Phew! Food crisis averted, people! As you were!
Me: Are you going to embarrass me like this every time we go out?
Hatta: Hush, mummy. I’m feeling really tired. I’m going to take a nap now.
Me: Sigh.
