It was a busy morning at home, and Mommy was rushing to finish her chores. Little Harry, as usual, clung to her like glue, refusing to let her move freely. She had tried to carry him while tidying up, but his constant wiggling made it impossible.
“Harry, sweetheart, you need to sit here for just a moment,” Mommy said as she gently placed him on the floor beside her.
But Harry wasn’t having it. The moment his tiny bottom touched the floor, his face scrunched up, and a sharp cry burst out of him. His wails echoed through the room, growing louder by the second. He kicked his legs and flailed his arms, making his displeasure abundantly clear.
Mommy sighed, turning to him with her hands on her hips. “Harry, you need to wait. I’ll pick you up when I’m done,” she said firmly.
Harry’s cries turned into angry screams. He threw himself back, rolling on the floor dramatically. His little fists pounded against the ground as he glared at Mommy, his eyes filled with tears.
Despite his protests, Mommy stayed firm. “Harry, no amount of crying will change the fact that I need to finish this,” she said, her voice calm but unwavering.
Harry paused his tantrum for a moment, watching her. But when she didn’t immediately pick him up, he let out an even louder wail, shaking his head in frustration.
After a few minutes, Mommy finally finished her task and scooped him up. Instantly, the tears stopped, and Harry rested his head on her shoulder, sniffling softly.
“You’re such a little drama king,” she whispered, kissing his forehead. Harry, still pouting, nestled closer, knowing he’d always have her love, no matter what.
