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.
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…
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!
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 –
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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