It was a bright morning in the house, and little baby monkey Minea had just finished her bath. Fluffy, fresh, and full of energy, she was ready to start the day—except for one thing…
She refused to wear her pants.
Daddy stood at the edge of the room, holding the tiny pink pants in his hands, calling sweetly, “Minea, come here, baby! Let’s get dressed!”
But Minea had other plans.
With a playful squeal, she turned and bolted—bare bottom and all—sprinting across the living room like a little streak of chaos.
“Minea! No, no! Come back!” Daddy laughed, trying to catch her.
She zoomed past the couch, ducked under a table, and climbed halfway up the bookshelf before jumping back down. Every time Daddy got close, she giggled and darted away, waving her little arms in rebellion.
“Not pants! Nooo pants!” her silly screeches seemed to say.
She paused just long enough to peek behind her shoulder, mischief sparkling in her eyes. Daddy lunged—almost caught her!—but she twisted out of reach and ran in circles, tail flopping, body bouncing like a cheeky little rocket.
Mom peeked out from the kitchen, laughing. “She’s on a pant strike again?”
“I need backup!” Daddy grinned.
Finally, Daddy sat down and pretended to pout. “Fine… I guess no one wants to wear pants today.”
Curious, Minea crept closer.
In one swift motion, Daddy scooped her up and gave her a kiss on the forehead. “Gotcha!”
She giggled, wiggled a bit, but didn’t fight as the pants finally slipped on.
Later, cuddled on the couch with a bottle in hand, Minea was calm again.
