Early in the morning, A Tong sat on the wooden floor, hugging his tiny arms around himself. His round eyes were full of attitude, and his little lips were already pouting like a stubborn prince.
His mom, who had just finished cleaning up, walked over and gently reached out to pick him up. But the moment her fingers touched him—disaster struck!
“WAAAAAHHHHH!!” A Tong threw his head back and screamed so loud that the whole house shook! He kicked his little legs and swung his tiny arms wildly.
His mom sighed. “A Tong, what now? Why are you crying like this?”
But A Tong wasn’t listening. He was too busy throwing his tantrum.
“NOOOO!! DON’T TOUCH MEEE!!” he wailed, rolling dramatically on the floor. He covered his face with both hands as if his mom had just done the worst thing in the world.
Mom reached out again, but A Tong crawled away, still crying. His tiny body shook with frustration.
“A Tong, you’re acting like I just stole your favorite snack!” Mom laughed, trying to grab him again.
But A Tong screamed even louder! He banged his little fists on the ground and kicked his tiny feet in protest.
Mom shook her head. “Fine, fine! I won’t touch you.” She pretended to walk away.
Immediately, A Tong stopped crying. He peeked from behind his tiny fingers, looking at Mom. His big, round eyes followed her every move.
Mom smirked. “Oh? You don’t want me to touch you, but you still want me close, huh?”
A Tong sniffled, then crawled back toward his mom, still pouting.
Mom smiled and scooped him up quickly. This time, he didn’t fight back—he just buried his tiny face in her chest, still sniffing from his dramatic tantrum.
Mom kissed his soft little head and whispered, “You are the most dramatic little monkey ever
