An Eeeny Weeny Breeze

Swati is seven.
It was a hot day. Swati said, "I want a gale or a gust in the car. I do not want an eeny weeny breeze."
Her brother Agastya is one.
He was not hot. He did not want a gale. He did not want a gust. He was happy with an eeny weeny breeze.
When papa turned up the fan in the car he said, "Na" to the gale that came out.
When papa cracked open the window of the car he said, "NAAA" to the gust that blew in.
Swati said, "Agi, I do not like this one bit." Agastya waved his hands very fast in front of his face and said, "NAAAaaaa." Then he put out his lower lip and gave papa a pout.
As soon as the car stopped, Swati jumped out of the door like a monkey and blew some air on her tummy and said, " I am never getting in a car with this Agi again."