The moment Titas realized milk wasn’t ready yet—
His patience disappeared completely.
He sat there lifting his tiny body upward dramatically, stretching his little arms while watching Mom prepare the bottle. Every second felt too slow for his hungry little heart.
His eyes stayed locked on the milk.
Waiting.
Demanding.
Hurrying Mom with pure baby energy.
Then—
“AHHHHH!”
Titas burst into loud tantrum crying.
His tiny body lifted and bounced with frustration as he screamed impatiently, waving his hands sharply toward Mom like he wanted the bottle immediately.
No waiting.
No delays.
Only milk.
Now.
“Mama! Mama!”
He cried louder, his face turning red while tears rolled down his cheeks. Hunger mixed with impatience made everything feel unbearable.
Mom tried to calm him gently. “It’s coming, baby… just wait a little.”
But Titas didn’t care about explanations.
He answered with another dramatic scream, lifting himself again and throwing his tiny tantrum harder as the smell of milk reached him.
To him, watching the bottle being prepared without drinking it yet felt like torture.
Finally—
The bottle was ready.
The moment Mom placed it near him, Titas grabbed eagerly and started drinking right away.
Instant silence.
His body relaxed immediately, his angry cries disappearing as if they had never happened.
Peace returned.
Mom smiled and shook her head softly.
Because sometimes, for a hungry little baby—
Even one extra minute waiting for milk feels completely unacceptable.
