Conversation in the car

Ezri: Where are we going?
Me: We’re going home.
Ezri: I don’t want to go home.
Me: It’s time for dinner.
Ezri: I don’t want dinner.
Me: Well, mama is hungry. I need dinner.
Ezri: No, mama is no hungry.
Me: Yes, mama is hungry.
Ezri: No, no it isn’t.
Me: If only reality were so easy to change.
Ezri: I don’t want to go home.