The morning began peacefully, but something seemed off with little Max today. Normally cheerful and playful, the tiny monkey wore a frown and sat with his arms crossed, refusing to let his mom come near him.
“Max, what’s wrong?” his mom asked gently, crouching down to his level. She reached out to pat his head, but Max turned away, letting out a frustrated squeak.
His mom was puzzled. She had just prepared his favorite snack and even brought out his favorite toy, but Max remained stubborn, his tiny face scrunched up in what could only be described as monkey frustration.
No amount of coaxing or comforting seemed to work. Max stomped around the room, occasionally glancing back at his mom with a look that said, “Not now!” She decided to give him space, quietly sitting nearby in case he needed her.
After a while, Max’s energy started to wane. He glanced at his mom again, this time with softer eyes. Slowly, he shuffled over and plopped himself into her lap, letting out a little huff as if to say, “I guess I forgive you, even though I’m not sure why I was mad.”
His mom smiled, wrapping her arms around him. “It’s okay, Max. We all have those days.” She gently patted his back as he nestled close, his earlier frustration fading away into the warmth of her embrace.
Sometimes, even little monkeys like Max just need a moment to sort out their feelings.
