“But, Mumma, I want to eat it!”
Hama-Guri’s mother was reaching her point of exasperation. Her son was, in general, a thinking and an understanding boy. So, seeing him demand all kinds of junk food for the past few weeks and having a melt down when she did not succumb to it, was both worrying and irritating for her.
Getting a grip over her temper, she cleared her throat and tried to explain to him yet again. “I know Hama that those burgers look yummy but you cannot have them so often. I did allow you to have it a week ago.”