Tiny TavTav was not happy—not at all! His mommy had just placed him on a small chair, and he immediately exploded into a fit of frustration.
His little face scrunched up, and his tiny hands clenched into fists. “Eeeek! Eeeek!” he screamed, kicking his legs wildly. He didn’t want to sit; he wanted to be in Mommy’s arms!
Mommy sighed, trying to calm him down. “TavTav, just sit for a moment, okay?” she said gently. But TavTav wouldn’t listen. He threw his head back, wiggled his tiny body, and even tried to slide off the chair.
Seeing that Mommy wasn’t picking him up, he puffed out his cheeks and let out a loud, dramatic cry. His tail flicked in frustration, and his tiny hands reached out, demanding to be lifted.
Mommy shook her head with a small smile. “Oh, my little stubborn boy,” she said, stroking his soft fur. But TavTav was too upset to be soothed—he wanted freedom, not a chair!
After a few more seconds of protest, he finally crossed his arms, pouting like a little grumpy king. His eyes still glistened with leftover tears, but his tantrum was slowly fading.
Mommy giggled and picked him up, cradling him in her arms. TavTav immediately clung to her, burying his face into her neck, sniffling like a spoiled baby.
“Oh, so now you’re happy?” Mommy teased, hugging him close. TavTav simply let out a small whimper, wrapping his tiny arms around her tightly.
Even in his worst tantrums, Mommy always knew how to make everything okay. 💕🐵✨
