Little Chamroeun had one big comfort in life—his thumb. No matter the mood, no matter the time, that tiny thumb was always in his mouth, bringing peace to his little world.
But Daddy had different ideas today.
“Chamroeun,” Daddy said gently but firmly, “you’re a big boy now. No more thumb sucking.”
Chamroeun froze. His thumb was halfway to his mouth. His eyes narrowed.
Then—BOOM! The tantrum began.
“EEEEEHHH!!” he screamed, stomping both feet like tiny drums on the tile floor. His face turned red, eyebrows twisted into a dramatic storm. He flung his arms in the air, clearly yelling, “How DARE you take my thumb?!”
Daddy stayed calm. “You’ll get milk in just a second. No need for the thumb.”
But Chamroeun wasn’t having it. He dropped to the floor in full protest mode, rolled side to side like a burrito of emotions, and screamed even louder. He kept reaching for his thumb, sneaking it into his mouth while peeking to see if Daddy was looking.
When Daddy gently pulled his hand down, Chamroeun let out a heartbreaking moan, tears falling in protest. “EEH! EEH!”
It was the great thumb war—and Chamroeun was not ready to surrender.
Finally, Daddy scooped him up. “Okay, okay… one cuddle, then milk.”
Chamroeun sniffled, still pouting, but curled into Daddy’s chest. His thumb stayed out—just for now.
As he drank his warm milk, the tantrum melted. His eyes fluttered, his breaths slowed, and his angry little heart softened.
He may be stubborn, but he’s also just a baby who loves comfort—and Daddy, more than he’ll ever admit. 💞🐵
