Baby Leo let out a big yawn, his tiny mouth opening wide as his sleepy eyes blinked slowly. The afternoon sun was warm, and all he wanted to do was curl up in his mother’s arms and drift off into a peaceful nap. But his mother had other plans.
Instead of letting him rest, she gently nudged him to stand up. “Come on, Leo, it’s time to practice climbing,” she encouraged, holding out her hand.
Leo groaned and tried to lay his head on her lap, but she wouldn’t let him. Instead, she lifted him up onto his feet. His little legs wobbled, and he pouted, rubbing his tired eyes. “Mamaaa, I’m sleepy,” he whined.
But Mama was determined. She guided him toward a low branch, encouraging him to grab onto it. Leo sluggishly reached out, but instead of climbing, he clung to the branch like a sleepy sloth, his eyes already closing.
Seeing this, Mama chuckled. She knew he was exhausted, but she also wanted him to be strong and independent. “Just one try, my little boy,” she said, stroking his tiny head.
With a tired sigh, Leo lifted himself up a little, his small arms trembling. He held on for a few seconds before flopping down onto the ground. Immediately, he curled into a ball, sucking his thumb as his tail wrapped around him.
Mama smiled and picked him up, cradling him in her arms. “Alright, my sleepy baby. Training can wait until later.”
Leo snuggled into her warmth, letting out a soft sigh of relief. Within seconds, he was fast asleep, dreaming of a world where he could play without ever getting tired.
