Luca’s tiny body trembled as he let out a piercing scream.
His little hands clawed at the air, his feet kicking wildly as if the whole world had betrayed him.
Milk. He needed milk. NOW.
But Mom was taking too long.
“EEEKKK! EEEEEEKKKK!!”
His cries got louder, his whole body seizing up in frustration.
Mom sighed. “Luca, baby, just one more minute.”
One more minute?!
To Luca, that was forever!
Tears rolled down his cheeks as he threw himself backward, his tiny body shaking in pure baby rage.
Mom hurried, pouring the milk into his bottle. “Alright, alright! Here it comes.”
But Luca wasn’t done being dramatic.
Even when the bottle touched his lips, he took a second to sniffle, as if making sure Mom knew just how traumatized he was.
Then—slurp.
Silence.
His little hands gripped the bottle tightly, his tiny lips sucking furiously.
Mom chuckled. “Drama king.”
