It was early morning, and the house was already buzzing with energy. In the middle of it all was Minea, the tiny baby monkey with big emotions and even bigger appetite.
She had just woken up from her nap and realized something very important—milk time was late.
Without waiting for anyone, Minea stood up and rushed forward on two legs, her little arms flailing for balance. Her feet slapped the floor quickly as she made her way from the blanket corner to the kitchen. But that wasn’t enough—she made sure everyone heard her frustration.
“EEE-EHHH!! EEEK!!” she screamed, her voice echoing through the house like an alarm.
Mom turned from the kitchen counter, laughing softly. “Okay, okay, baby girl! I’m making it!”
But Minea wasn’t convinced. She marched right up, still walking like a determined little toddler, and screamed even louder, reaching up toward the countertop where she knew the milk bottles lived.
She didn’t want toys. She didn’t want cuddles. She wanted her milk. Now.
Mom quickly grabbed the warm bottle, gave it a gentle shake, and bent down. The moment Minea saw it, her scream stopped mid-sound. Her hands reached out, eyes locked on her favorite treat.
She grabbed it tight and began suckling like she hadn’t eaten in days. Her body relaxed, little legs folded, and she sat right there on the floor, happy at last.
Mom smiled. “You little bossy girl,” she whispered, stroking Minea’s head.
Minea didn’t answer. Her mouth was too full of warm, yummy milk. But her happy tail wags said everything.
From tantrum to satisfied in seconds—that’s Minea’s milk routine.
