The moment Baboo realized something was wrong—
His whole mood exploded.
He sat there, staring at Dad with wide, demanding eyes. His tiny stomach was empty, and in his little world, that meant only one thing—
Feed me.
Now.
But Dad wasn’t moving fast enough.
That was a big mistake.
Baboo’s lips pushed forward into a deep pout, his brows tightening as frustration built up quickly. His small hands waved in the air, his body already shaking with emotion.
Then—
“AHHHHH!”
He burst into loud yelling.
His tiny voice filled the room, sharp and full of anger as tears rushed down his cheeks. He kicked his little legs and leaned forward, reaching toward Dad like he couldn’t believe this delay.
“Dada! Dada!”
He cried louder, his whole body bouncing with hunger and frustration.
He didn’t want to wait.
He didn’t want excuses.
He wanted food.
Immediately.
Dad tried to calm him. “I’m getting it, baby…”
But Baboo wasn’t listening.
He screamed again, louder this time, his face turning red, his tiny hands shaking as if this was the biggest injustice he had ever faced.
To him, this wasn’t just being hungry—
It was an emergency.
He cried harder, making sure Dad understood exactly how serious this situation was.
Finally—
Dad brought the food.
The moment Baboo saw it, his loud cries softened into quick little sniffles. And as soon as the first bite reached his mouth—
Silence.
Peace.
His body relaxed instantly, his angry face melting into calm as he ate eagerly like nothing had happened moments before.
Dad sighed with a smile.
Because sometimes, for a hungry little baby—
Waiting even one minute too long feels like the biggest problem in the world.
