The moment Mom reached for him, the tiny baby monkey froze.
His little body stiffened, his arms wrapped tightly around himself as if bracing for battle.
Bath time? No way!
“Eeeek! Eeeek!” He let out a high-pitched scream, his tiny hands gripping the floor.
Mom sighed. “Come on, baby, you need to get clean.”
But he refused. His body trembled as he clung to the nearest thing—Mom’s leg!
Seizing up in pure defiance, he squeezed his eyes shut, shaking his head dramatically.
Mom gently tried to lift him, but he kicked his tiny feet, twisting like a little tornado.
“Oh, don’t be so dramatic!” she chuckled, but he wasn’t joking.
Tears welled in his big, round eyes as he cried out, acting as if bath time was the worst thing in the world.
Mom sighed again. “Okay, okay! No bath right now.”
At that moment, the baby suddenly stopped crying.
His eyes peeked open—did he just win?
With a victorious little sniffle, he snuggled into Mom’s arms, feeling safe again.
Mom shook her head, smiling. “You little trickster.”
