It was a bright and breezy morning when little A Tong was given his usual bath. His mother, as always, gently scrubbed his tiny body, making sure he was clean and fresh. But A Tong was never a fan of bath time. The moment the water touched his fur, he started fussing, wiggling, and trying to escape.
After what felt like forever, the bath was finally over. His mom wrapped him in a soft towel, drying him off carefully. But A Tong was still upset. His little face scrunched up in frustration as his mom carried him to the bed.
The moment she placed him down, A Tong exploded into a dramatic tantrum. He kicked his legs, waved his arms, and let out a loud, angry cry. His tiny body trembled with frustration as he rolled back and forth, making sure everyone knew how unhappy he was.
His mom sighed, knowing this routine all too well. She tried to comfort him, patting his head gently, but A Tong turned his face away, refusing to be consoled. His cries grew louder, filling the room with his protests.
Minutes passed, but A Tong’s tantrum showed no signs of stopping. Finally, his mom sighed and did what she knew best—she scooped him up and held him close to her chest. Feeling her warmth, A Tong’s cries slowly softened into sniffles.
Still pouting, he rested his head against her, his tiny hands gripping her shirt. His mom smiled, rocking him gently until his tantrum faded away. In just a few moments, A Tong’s eyelids drooped, and before he knew it, he had drifted off into a peaceful nap.
Bath time was always a battle, but in the end, mommy’s love always won. ❤️
