first world problems

dad: why are you crying, hanna?

hanna: i dunno.

dad: i said, why are you crying, hanna? nobody cries without a reason.

hanna: i dunno.

dad: hanna, this is your last chance. why are you crying?

hanna: i'm... i'm... i'm hungry.

dad: you're what?

hanna: i'm hungry.

dad: did you say you're hungry?

hanna: i'm hungry.

dad: you're hungry? you're hungry? how can you be hungry, hanna? how in g_d's name can you be hungry?

hanna: i dunno. i'm hungry.

dad: but your bubbie offered you meatballs for dinner. big fat juicy meatballs. dozens and dozens of meatballs. and pasta. bowls and bowls of pasta. and tomato sauce. gallons and gallons of tomato sauce. but you refused, hanna! you refused! your bubbie begged you to eat, hanna. again and again she begged you to eat. over and over she begged you to eat. but you said no! you said no, hanna! in fact, now that i think about it, you said that you were full! you said that you were full, hanna! so how in g_d's name can you be hungry now?!? how in g_d's name can you be hungry now, hanna?!? i mean, it's only been... it's only been... what time is it, sarah?

sarah: seven.

dad: how could you possibly be hungry now when it's only been one hour since you said you were full?!? one hour since your bubbie offered you meatballs. and pasta. and tomato sauce. again and again. over and over. so tell me. how can you be hungry now, hanna? how, hanna? how?

hanna: i dunno. i'm hungry.