In the middle of a quiet afternoon, the house echoed with one very loud sound—Tong Tong’s scream.
The little baby monkey had completely lost his patience. He sat on the living room mat, arms crossed, mouth wide open, and voice at full volume. His little face was red with frustration, eyes filled with stubborn fire. What caused all this drama?
Mom said no.
Just one word—no to climbing the curtain, no to pulling the laundry basket, and definitely no to tossing banana peels on the floor.
Tong Tong couldn’t believe the betrayal. He had plans! Fun ones! And now all of it was ruined by mom’s rules. So, he did what he knew best—scream. Loud, dramatic, endless screams.
He rolled back, kicked his legs, and pounded his tiny fists on the mat. His mom, sitting just a few feet away, stayed calm but firm. “Tong Tong, that’s not how we behave.”
But he wasn’t having it. He screamed louder. He pointed at the door. He flopped dramatically onto his back like a movie star in full meltdown mode. His tail twitched furiously.
Still, mom didn’t give in. She waited. And slowly, after what felt like forever, Tong Tong’s cries turned into hiccups. His energy faded. He dragged himself closer to her, sniffling, and gave one final scream—more like a squeak now.
Mom smiled gently and opened her arms.
Tong Tong climbed into her lap with a sigh, still grumbling under his breath. But he stayed there, holding her shirt tight.
Even the angriest little monkeys need love.
And mom’s hug?
That’s the magic reset button every tantrum needs.
