Conversations With Hatta: Have Playpen, Will Travel

The conversations are imaginary, but the situations are real.

 

Me:   I need to get started on dinner, Hatta, so I trust you’ll be able to entertain yourself in your playpen?

H:      Sure.

Me:   Here you go. Hope those toys are enough for you. I’ll be in the kitchen. Stay here, where I can see you, ok?

H:      Hmmph. Yeah.

Five minutes later…

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Conversations With Hatta: The Haircut

The conversations are imaginary, but the situations are real.

Earlier that day…

Me:   I’m going to get a haircut later today, so you can spend some quality time with Ayah. Is that ok?

H:      Sure.

Me:   Now it’ll just be a trim, ok? Nothing drastic. I’ll still be the same person, ok?

H:      Whatevs, Mummy. It’s not as if you’re going for plastic surgery or anything. Chill.

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After my hair appointment, I meet The Mister and Hatta for coffee. 

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Conversations With Hatta: The Sock

The conversations are imaginary, but the situations are real. 

 

Me:    Where’s your sock?

H:       On my foot.

Me:     The other one.

H:        It flew.

Me:     Socks don’t fly.

H:       That one did.

Me:    Please stop fibbing and tell me what you’ve done with your sock.

H:       I’m not fibbing. I’m telling you, it flew.

Me:     Hatta…

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Conversations With Hatta: Prison Break

The conversations are imaginary, but the situations are real. 

 

Hatta:   I broke through! I’m free! You thought you could confine me within these flimsy plastic panels, Mummy… you thought wrong! With my newfound mobility, I can finally explore the world!

Me:        What on earth are you babbling about?

I turn to look at him. 

Me:        Oh look at you, then. You’ve managed to roll out.

Hatta:   Yes indeed! I’ve escaped from that horrible primary-coloured monstrosity of a playpen I’ve been cooped up in… and now I’m freeeeeeee!

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Conversations With Hatta: The Food Crisis

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 –

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