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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Conversations With Hatta: Me Time

The conversations are imaginary, but the situations are real.

 

 

Me:                  You sure you’ll be okay?

The Mister:   Yeah. Don’t worry.

Me:                  Alright then. I should be gone for a couple of hours. Three hours at the most. If he gets hungry there’s milk in the fridge.

The Mister:   We’ll be fine. Have fun.

Me:                  (skipping and dancing to the car) Woohoo freedommmmmm!

The Mister:   Err… don’t forget to come home!

 


 

Hatta:             Why is Mummy so happy, Ayah? Where is she going? Wait… why isn’t she taking me with her? She forgot me!

The Mister:   No she didn’t. She has an appointment with the hairdresser’s. She’ll be back in a few hours. In the meantime, I’ll take care of you. It’ll just be the two of us.

Hatta:             But you’ve never taken care of me on your own before. Without Mummy around.

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Conversations With Hatta: Stuck

The conversations are imaginary, but the situations are real. 

 

Hatta:   Mummy, the cot shrank.

Me:        Don’t be silly, Hatta. Cots don’t shrink.

Hatta:   Ok. I grew larger, then.

Me:        You’re constantly growing, Hatta.

Hatta:   No, I mean like, really grew. Like that girl Alicia in Fairyland. When she ate that little cake and grew taller and taller. Did you feed me some enchanted cake last night? I swear dinner last night tasted odd.

Me:        You mean Alice In Wonderland, and no, I did not feed you any cake last night. Don’t be ridiculous.

Hatta:   Hmmm. Curiouser and curiouser! So cots don’t shrink, then?

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