It was a warm afternoon, and Sara’s mom had just finished giving her little one a good cleaning after playtime outside. As always, Sara was a bit of a mess by the end of the day. The village dust had managed to cling to her fur, and some leftover snack crumbs stuck to her cheeks. After drying Sara’s fur and patting her down with a towel, her mom smiled, knowing what came next: the ritual of getting Sara ready for her nap snack. That meant slipping her into a comfy outfit and putting on her diaper. But before all of that, it was powder time—an essential step in their daily routine to keep Sara from getting any rashes.
“Alright, Sara! Let’s make sure you’re all set for that snack,” her mom chirped while reaching for the sweet-scented powder. But today, Sara had other ideas.
As her mom sprinkled a bit of the powder into her hands and began gently rubbing it across Sara’s bottom, the little monkey’s eyes lit up. She leaned forward, planting her head firmly on the mat and sticking her bottom high up in the air, letting out a loud, playful squeal that echoed through the room.
Her mom paused, blinking at the funny sight in front of her. “What are you doing, silly girl?” she asked, half amused and half perplexed. But Sara wasn’t done yet. With her bottom still wiggling in the air, she gave another shout, this time in her sweetest, most dramatic tone, as if putting on a performance.
Sara’s legs wobbled slightly as she balanced herself, still pressing her head into the mat. Her mom chuckled, shaking her head. “Sara, what are you up to now? This is supposed to be powder time, not silly time!”
But Sara didn’t care. She was far too entertained by her new move and the giggles it brought out of her mom. With every pat of the powder, Sara let out another tiny shout, each one more dramatic than the last, as if she was directing her mom’s attention to her bottom.
Her mom, now completely in on the joke, couldn’t help but laugh out loud. “Oh, I see how it is! You want all the attention, huh?” She teased, rubbing the powder onto Sara’s little legs while Sara continued her strange little dance.
The more her mom laughed, the more exaggerated Sara’s moves became. She rolled her tiny body onto her side for a moment, only to flip back and lift her bottom up again, each time squeaking sweetly like she had invented a whole new game. To add to her performance, she shook her tiny tail, as if to make sure her mom knew just where to apply the powder.
Once the powdering was finally done, Sara’s mom sighed, shaking her head with a smile. “Alright, Miss Wiggle Butt. You’ve had your fun, but now it’s time for your diaper and outfit.”
But Sara wasn’t done with her silliness just yet. Even as her mom tried to secure her diaper, Sara wiggled her legs and stuck her arms out dramatically, making it nearly impossible to get the diaper on without a bit of a chase. Eventually, though, her mom managed to get her dressed and ready, though not without a few more laughs from both of them.
When it was all done, Sara sat up proudly, her little outfit looking neat, her fur smelling fresh from the bath, and her bottom powdered to perfection. Her mom gave her a gentle pat on the head and smiled. “Now, how about that snack, huh?”
With a satisfied squeak, Sara jumped into her mom’s arms, her strange little powder dance behind her but not forgotten. As they headed out for her snack, Sara’s mom couldn’t help but laugh at the memory of her silly little girl, always finding ways to turn an ordinary routine into something unforgettable.
