The morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm glow in the living room where Baby Monkey Moon was playing with her favorite toy—a squeaky banana. Her dad, Tom, was nearby, reading a book and enjoying a peaceful start to the day.
Moon was happily bouncing around when suddenly, she froze. A sheepish expression crossed her face as she realized what had happened. “Uh-oh,” she murmured, clutching her belly.
Looking around, she saw Dad engrossed in his book. “Daaaaad!” she called, toddling over to him. “I made a mess!”
Tom looked up, immediately noticing Moon’s embarrassed pout and the unmistakable smell wafting through the air. Suppressing a laugh, he set his book aside and said, “Oh, Moon, did you go potty in your diaper again?”
Moon nodded, her cheeks turning a shade of pink. “It was an accident,” she admitted, holding her little hands together.
“Well,” Tom said with a chuckle, “accidents happen. Let’s get you cleaned up, my little stinker.”
He scooped Moon into his arms and carried her to the changing station. Moon squirmed a bit, giggling as Tom tickled her tummy while removing the soiled diaper. “You’re a silly monkey, you know that?” he said, smiling as he wiped her clean.
“Dad, you’re the best at changing diapers,” Moon said with a grin, her tail swishing playfully.
Tom laughed. “And you’re the best at making messes!” he teased, fastening a fresh diaper onto her.
Once she was clean and comfy, Moon threw her arms around Tom’s neck. “Thank you, Dad,” she said sweetly.
“Anytime, Moon,” he replied, giving her a kiss on the forehead. “But maybe next time, try to give me a warning, okay?”
Moon nodded enthusiastically. “I’ll try, but no promises!” she said with a mischievous giggle.
The two spent the rest of the day playing and laughing, their bond as strong as ever. For Tom, every little moment with Moon—messy or not—was a precious memory in the making.
