Tiny Luna was normally cheerful, playful, and full of silly antics. But today… Luna was furious.
Dad tried to feed her mashed bananas for breakfast, but something wasn’t right. Maybe it was too cold, maybe too soft—or maybe Luna just woke up with a serious attitude.
As soon as the spoon came near, Luna squinted her eyes, gave Dad a sharp stare, and slapped it away. Banana splattered across the floor.
“Luna…” Dad said gently, but before he could finish, she leapt up—squealing, stomping her little feet, and throwing her arms in the air. Her voice rose into a sharp scream that echoed through the room.
She jumped to the back of the chair, then onto the table, then right into Dad’s lap—screaming at full power as if the world had ended because her banana wasn’t perfect.
Dad tried to soothe her with another spoonful, but Luna turned her face, shook her head, and let out an even louder scream. Then, with full baby monkey drama, she threw herself onto a pillow, rolled over dramatically, and covered her eyes.
The tantrum was legendary.
Mom peeked in from the other room, trying not to laugh. “She’s your daughter today!” she joked.
Eventually, Dad offered her a warm bottle of milk instead. Luna sniffed, blinked, and slowly took it. Within seconds, her screams faded into soft gulps. She drank, cuddled into Dad’s arms, and finally gave a tiny, sleepy smile.
Her fury had passed… for now.
