Tiny baby Jasmine was having a rough afternoon.
She had just snuggled into her cozy corner with her favorite bottle—topped with her special milk cap. That little rubber nipple was her comfort, her calm, and her joy. She wasn’t just drinking from it… she was holding it like treasure.
But Mama had other plans.
The milk was finished, and it was time to clean up. Without warning, Mama reached over and gently pulled the empty bottle from Jasmine’s hands, removing the cap with a soft pop.
That’s when it happened.
Jasmine’s eyes widened. Her lip trembled. Then—she exploded.
A loud, sharp screech filled the room as Jasmine shouted her anger. She kicked her tiny feet, threw her arms up, and wailed like the world had ended. How could Mama do this to her?
She leapt up and tried to snatch the bottle back, her little hands waving in the air. But Mama stayed calm, cleaning the cap gently while trying to soothe her.
“Just a minute, Jasmine,” she whispered. “It’s still yours. I’m just cleaning it.”
But Jasmine wasn’t listening. She cried louder, her voice echoing through the house like a little siren. It wasn’t just hunger—it was emotion. That cap meant safety, love, and control. And now it was gone.
Finally, Mama gave in. She handed the clean cap back, and Jasmine instantly quieted down. She popped it into her mouth and curled up, satisfied like nothing had happened.
Because in a baby monkey’s world, sometimes, a milk cap means everything. 🐒💢🍼
