Baby monkey Jada was lounging on the soft kitchen mat, his tail flicking and eyes locked on the fridge. He knew exactly what he wanted—yogurt. Sweet, creamy, cold yogurt. And only Mom could get it for him.
He clapped his tiny hands and pointed toward the fridge, making a soft whimper. But Mom was busy washing dishes and didn’t respond right away.
That’s when Jada’s spoiled side kicked in.
With a sudden burst of dramatic flair, he flopped on his back and cried loudly, kicking his feet in protest. “WAAAAH!” echoed through the house. He rolled over and threw his little hands in the air like the world was ending.
Mom turned with a half-smile, not too surprised. “Jada…” she said gently, “You just ate bananas.”
But Jada wouldn’t hear it. He got up, marched to the fridge, and dramatically slapped the door with his tiny palm—then fell back down again, crying louder this time. He even looked over his shoulder to check if Mom was watching.
She was.
Finally, with a chuckle, Mom walked over and opened the fridge. The moment Jada saw the little yogurt cup, he stopped crying as if a switch had been flipped.
He squealed with joy, stood up fast, and reached out eagerly. Sitting on the floor, he happily licked the yogurt spoon while making little satisfied grunts. His eyes sparkled with victory.
Tantrum forgotten.
As he finished the last scoop, he leaned back with a milk-mustached grin, already planning his next trick.
Because Jada knows: if you cry just loud enough, Mom will bring the yogurt.
