It was a busy morning in the house. Daddy was rushing around, folding laundry, cleaning up breakfast dishes, and trying to get things in order. But Chamroeun, the little baby monkey with a big personality, had just one thing on his mind—playtime.
He sat on the couch, arms folded, tail twitching, eyes locked on Daddy. At first, he waited patiently, but minutes felt like hours in baby monkey time.
He huffed once. Then twice.
Finally, he threw his hands in the air, let out a dramatic squeak, and stomped his tiny feet on the floor. “EEEEK!!”
Daddy glanced over. “Just a minute, Chamroeun!”
Wrong answer.
Chamroeun jumped off the couch, stormed across the room, and with all his baby monkey power, ran full speed down the hallway—tiny fists balled, eyes narrowed in full moody tantrum mode.
He reached the bedroom, flopped on the floor, and turned his back dramatically toward the door. He wanted Daddy to know: he was mad.
A few minutes later, Daddy followed, holding a soft toy and a snack. “Okay okay, I’m done now. Wanna play?”
Chamroeun peeked over his shoulder, still frowning, but his tail started to wiggle just a little.
Daddy sat beside him and held out the toy. Chamroeun looked away—moody until the very end—but then quickly snatched the toy, let out a cheeky giggle, and climbed into Daddy’s lap.
All was forgiven.
Because no matter how moody Chamroeun got, deep down he just wanted Daddy’s attention—and maybe a little snack while he was at it. 🍌🐒
