Early in the morning, little Mako sat on the wooden floor, his tiny hands gripping the edge of the table. His round belly was empty, and his patience was running out. His mom was taking too long to prepare his milk, and Mako was not happy about it!
At first, he let out a soft whimper, hoping Mom would hurry up. But when he saw that she was still mixing the milk slowly, he lost control.
“WAAAAHHH!” Mako screamed at the top of his lungs, his little body shaking with frustration. He kicked his tiny feet, rolling dramatically on the floor. His eyes filled with tears as he threw his head back, making sure Mom saw just how unfair this was.
Mom glanced at him and sighed. “Mako, be patient, baby. It’s almost ready.”
But Mako didn’t care. He wanted his milk NOW. He screamed louder, his tiny fists banging on the floor. He even reached out his arms toward Mom, his face scrunched up in pure desperation.
Finally, after what felt like forever (but was actually just a minute), Mom walked over with his milk bottle. The second she handed it to him, Mako snatched it up and started drinking furiously, his sobs turning into soft, satisfied gulps.
As he drank, his little body relaxed, and his eyes slowly drooped. Mom shook her head and smiled. “All that drama for milk, huh?”
Mako ignored her, too busy enjoying his warm, delicious milk. Within minutes, he was curled up in Mom’s lap, already drifting off into a peaceful nap.
