ATong lay on the soft bed, his tiny hands tightly gripping his milk bottle. His round belly was already full, but he refused to let go. His little lips still sucked lazily, even though the bottle was nearly empty.
Mom reached over gently and tried to pull the bottle away. “Enough, baby. You’re already full.“
But the moment ATong felt the bottle leaving his hands, his eyes widened in shock. Then—BOOM! His tiny legs kicked, his arms flailed, and a loud, “EEEEEEH!!” burst from his mouth.
Mom sighed, “Oh, here comes the tantrum!“
ATong rolled onto his belly, kicked his feet hard against the bed, and screamed even louder. His little face turned red with frustration, and his tail flicked angrily. He wanted that bottle back!
His cries grew louder as he grabbed the blanket and bit it in frustration. His little hands slapped the bed, his whole body shaking with baby rage.
Mom chuckled and shook her head. “Alright, alright, one more sip!” She handed the bottle back, and instantly—silence.
ATong snatched the bottle, shoved it into his mouth, and sucked proudly like he had won a battle.
Mom sighed, watching him. “Such a stubborn little boy.” But seeing his tiny hands holding the bottle happily, she couldn’t help but smile. 🍼🐵💕
